Lord of the Desert

Chapter 74 Hunting
The blue sky receded very high, without a cloud at all.

Seven or eight people, including the Orion hired by the Li family, ate little by little around the disemboweled horned deer, their lips and teeth were red.

The throwing spear, which was wiped clean by the snow, was stuck at the side.

Hong Fan was relatively restrained, and after several attempts, he refused the half waist offered by Gao Junxia, ​​indicating that it was enough.

Not far away, Zheng Fuqu forced herself to swallow a piece of blood food under the coaxing of the crowd, but she couldn't stand it as in previous years, bent over and vomited heavily.

Seventy to eighty horned deer weighing hundreds of catties only consumed less than half of the blood ritual, and the rest was divided into pieces and brought back to the camp.

At noon, cooking smoke billowed up.

Big Tom lit a bonfire in front of the tent.

The meat porridge boiled in snow water was hung on the fire, and the freshly hunted venison skewers were inserted beside the fire.

After being licked by the flames for a while, the surface of the slightly fatty venison was overflowing with oil, and the unique aroma of fat lingered in everyone's nostrils.

When the skin of the barbecued meat was slightly charred and the porridge was boiling, Jiang Youcai hurriedly took the meat out of the bowl before the big one, and presented it to the four young masters.

"There is a saying that you can only enter ethnology at the age of 14."

Hong She gulped down the barbecue and continued the conversation.

"Martial arts are a parallel process of destruction and reconstruction; before the meridian is finalized, practice is easy to damage the potential."

"Of course, if you are in those high-class sects and aristocratic families, you can lay the foundation early according to individual conditions."

"That's why the famous Tianjiao seem to have scary cultivation bases, but it's not entirely talent—maybe they practiced martial arts two years earlier than us."

He took the square handkerchief from the servant, wiped off the residual oil on his beard, and continued.

"As for ethnology, it is also limited by resources."

"After four years of practice, you still can't enter the penetrating state. At least in people like us, continuing to train is thankless."

Hong Fan nodded when he heard the words, and took a big mouthful of meat porridge.

When he first time traveled, the original owner of his body still had a year and a half left, but his cultivation had only reached the Great Zhou of the Inner Vision Realm.

Poor progress is also an important reason for anxiety and resentment.

The four of them are warriors, and they eat meat and porridge very quickly, and they can finish lunch with a few words of kung fu.

"What are your plans for the afternoon?"

Hong Fan handed the wooden bowl to Mr. Tang, and asked several people.

The mandatory collective activities of the hunt are arranged at the beginning and end, and everyone can freely move together from now on.

"I can't move for two days."

Hong Sheng replied with a smile.

"The three of you can go for a stroll in the deep forest to the east, and if you're lucky, you may even bump into the tiger Xiong Wei."

As one of the only two Chaotic Realms who will hunt, he will accompany Li Shenji to stay in the camp to deal with the emergency.

"Forgive me, two cousins, I'm afraid I can't be together..."

Hearing this, Hong She scratched his bearded cheeks, quite embarrassed.

"Sister Chi wants a fox as a pet. I'm going to find it for her."

He blushed as he spoke, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Sister Chi" is Chi Xinchi's biological sister Chi Yiyue, who has a sweet round face, Hong Fan has met several times.

This time she was teased by Zheng Fu, so she followed her brother to join in the fun.

"In that case, why don't you take Hong Ping to the north, second brother?"

Hong Sheng pondered for a moment and suggested.

He knew that the two younger brothers had a lot of quarrels in the ethnology, so he wanted to take the opportunity to ease it up.

"Brother has the final say."

Hong Fan returned easily, obviously he didn't care about it at the beginning.

On the contrary, Hong Ping nodded sullenly, very cautious.

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Two hours later, the northern section of Mount Tai.

The atmosphere swept over the mountain with invisible coldness.

The snow seeds on the ground fly into frost, and together with the swaying branches, they take on the shape of the wind.

In the forest, a team of five people was trekking along the animal tracks.

"The distance between the footprints was two inches shorter, and the boar slowed down."

The old hunter who was employed by the Li family knelt down and looked for footprints, then turned around and said.

"The floating snow is much thinner than before, two young masters, we are almost catching up."

Hong Fan nodded, without looking at Hong Ping, he just strode forward.

Behind him, Tang Daguo and Jiang Youcai, their entourages, hurriedly suppressed their breath and tried to keep up.

The process of tracking prey is silent and cold.

Half an hour later, a thin layer of ice had already been thrown on the fur hats of a group of five people.

Except for Hong Fan and Hong Ping who secretly drove Yanliu Gong, the other three had their eyebrows frozen.

Then, stepping out of the sparse forest and adjacent to the valley, they finally saw the prey hundreds of meters away.

A wild boar with a black mane was walking around, constantly looking for grass seeds and fruits under the snow with its snout.

"You two young masters, this boar must weigh at least three hundred catties."

The old hunter only took one look from afar before making a judgment.

"With a black-faced man of this size, even a tiger would have to avoid it temporarily."

Hong Fan nodded when he heard this, took off a throwing spear and held it in his hand.

"Thank you old man, then we can do it ourselves."

As he was speaking, he was about to move forward, but when he turned around, he saw Tang Dagu and Jiang Youcai panting and pale, so he ordered them to wait in place temporarily.

"Let's go."

Hong Fan dropped a sentence to Hong Ping, and stepped forward without waiting for a reply.

The two warriors accelerated slowly, and the sound of stepping on the snow became one.

The distance quickly narrowed to within 50 meters.

At this distance, Hong Fan was 100% sure that he could penetrate the prey with his spear.

But he didn't do anything, instead he raised his chin at Hong Ping.

"You come."

Hong Fan said in a low voice, and held out the spear in his hand.

With Hong Ping's cultivation base, he is not fully sure of making a move here.

But just when he was slightly startled and hesitant, he noticed that his brother-in-law was looking at him without a smile.

So Hong Ping tightened his face and took it.

The Yanliu kung fu at the peak of the inner vision is running at full capacity, and the heat penetrates the skin to fight against the ice wind.

After a breath, Hong Ping raised his spear over his shoulder and took a step forward.

This spear castrated quickly, and in Hong Fan's opinion, its strength was comparable to that of a professional athlete in his previous life.

But the strong wind caused the spear to miss the target, and finally penetrated into the dead wood beside the wild boar, piercing through the trunk as thick as a man's arm.

The wild boar was startled by the sound of broken wood, turned around and saw two figures in the snow, and fled northward in a panic.

This is also the direction to return to Jinhai City.

Of course, Taishan is very large, and there are still tens of miles of mountain roads to get to the city.

"Chase."

After Hong Fan dropped a word, he was no longer in the same place.

The mountainside was covered with snow, and the two of them chased after each other.

The terrain gradually rises.

In front of a ridge, the wild boar, whose physical strength was gradually exhausted, suddenly stopped at a high place.

Hong and Fan also stopped at the same 50 meters away.

After running at high speed, most of Hong Ping's physical strength was exhausted. The blood churning melted the thin ice on his cap ears and collar, and it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or water.

He watched as Hong Fan pulled out the second throwing spear, held it casually in his hand, and danced lightly.

The emotions and thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out.

"Hong Fan, I have something to ask you!"

Hong Ping took advantage of the domineering energy welling up in his heart, and asked.

"You said."

Hong Fan replied briefly, staring at the wild boar who turned around, and took a lunge.

"Are you trying to grab my brother's position as patriarch?"

Hong Ping looked at the person in front of him stretching his shoulders and arms, accumulating energy like a bow, and asked straightforward questions.

"No such thing."

The tone was casual, with a touch of indifference.

"I do not believe!"

Hong Ping's anger surged, and his volume became louder.

"It's spread inside and outside the clan, and you've been keeping away from my brother..."

So, Hong Fan laughed.

"Then I'm going to grab it."

He turned his face sideways, glanced at Hong Ping, and asked back with a chuckle.

"So, how are you doing?"

The sound of breaking wind suddenly disappeared.

Hong Ping only felt the surrounding snow shake, and a black light flashed in front of him.

In the distance, a strong wild boar weighing more than 300 kilograms has been pierced by a spear and nailed to a healthy tree.

(End of this chapter)