Lord of the Desert

Chapter 11: Ethnology
"what happened?"

Hong Fan was a little puzzled.

"I came here this time for the sake of teaching; he wanted me to see if your body is healed, and you can go back to class."

Hong Fu replied.

"Because of my previous injury, I almost died; it's not too long to rest for more than ten days, right?"

Hong Fan asked back.

Nourished by the dragon soul fruit, his body has returned to full strength.

It's just that this happened suddenly, so there was no direct response.

On Hong Fu's side, there was indeed something to say.

"Of course not too long!"

He was a little angry.

"That fellow Hong Ping sprained his leg when he went hunting before, but he has been off for two months, not to mention Brother Fan, you have an internal injury that you can't even get out of bed!"

"The instructor was not in a hurry to rush you, and wanted to wait until your injury recovered."

Having said that, Hong Fu's voice suddenly dropped.

"Brother Fan, these words are only in the ears of you and me - I heard that the eldest lady is actually urging the teacher to learn."

As he spoke, he unconsciously turned his head and glanced at the courtyard door.

"It seems that the eldest lady went to see the teacher in private and said that she was completely fine when she saw you on the night of the seventh day of the lunar new year."

"At first, Jiaoxi didn't want to be in such a hurry, but she excused 'young people can't slack off, and elder brothers should set an example', so that Jiaoxi couldn't refute."

Hong Fan nodded slightly upon hearing this.

He knew in his heart that the Hong Chen family was his mother in name; when she said this kind of "elders supervise the younger generation", no one else in the clan could reply except the elder.

"If you want me to say, Da Furen is really a bit vicious this time!"

Hong Fan himself hadn't expressed his opinion yet, but Hong Fu did speak out.

It's just that the sound is like a gnat, and the volume is too low.

"Why don't I reply directly? Just tell the teacher that you can't move for too long..."

"Then you lie on the bed and pretend?"

Hong Fu rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.

At this time, he saw his friend smiling heartily.

"It's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed, and you don't have to cheat. I don't remember that today is a holiday. In this way, I will go to ethnology with you in the afternoon."

Hong Fan replied with a relaxed expression and didn't care.

However, Hong Fu's heart skipped a beat—he originally thought that his clan brother had a good fortune after a serious illness, so he changed his temper.

Unexpectedly, this country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change, and the root is still the same!
"Brother Fan, this must not be forced!"

Hong Fu said anxiously.

"Look at the first time I came to see you, when you were in bed, how difficult was it?"

He knew that his friend was the most crazy about martial arts, and when it came to martial arts, he couldn't even see the obvious selfish schemes of the eldest lady.

But Hong Fan just patted him on the shoulder, and said in a calm tone, "I'm really fine, my injury has completely healed!"

"I don't believe it." The latter shook his head and replied with three words.

"Then I'll prove it to you."

As soon as Hong Fan blurted out his words, he stood up abruptly, feeling his energy along his meridians, and then punched a hearty set of Yanliu Kung Fu Foundation Establishment Fist in the courtyard.

This set of boxing techniques carried the hard work of the late Hong Fan for two and a half years, and he fought vigorously.

And most importantly, after punching, Hong Fan's breathing was only slightly short, and he seemed to be stronger than Hong Fu himself.

"This, this is really evil..."

Hong Fu muttered to himself, unable to believe it.

Although this Foundation Establishment Fist is only the most basic of the Yanliu Kungfu system, it is responsible for strengthening the muscles and guiding the sense of energy, but it is really not easy for the inner vision warriors to practice it.

Otherwise, where can exercise effect be achieved?
"Could it be that this is what is said in those story books?"

Hong Fu scratched his scalp.

Now he really has nothing to say.

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On the same day, at Weishizheng ([-]:[-] p.m.), Hong Fan and Hong Fu went to school together.

The Hong clan's academics are divided into civil and martial arts, of which martial arts is practiced for every four days and one day is rested.

Of course, Dahua's martial arts is at its peak, and most of the children have entered martial arts after they were enlightened and literate.

When passing by the door of the kennel, they saw two empty iron chains under the tree, and the sound of groans and crying from inside the house.

The groan came from Jiang Youcai, but it was Jiang's wife who cried.

Hong Fan passed by quickly, not feeling much pleasure of revenge in his heart.

The two servants who don't even have complete human rights are not considered enemies by him.

Soon, Hong Fan and Hong Fu arrived at the training ground located in the northwest corner of Hong Mansion.

As the most important infrastructure of the Martial Dao family besides the Sutra Pavilion, the configuration here is naturally top-notch.

With an area of ​​more than [-] square meters, the entire site is filled with rammed soil that is leveled daily by dedicated personnel.

All kinds of human targets, wooden targets, iron targets, sandbags, and plum blossom piles of different heights are scattered in different areas.

On the side of the rammed earth site, under the eaves, there are various weapons, iron weights, and fitness equipment similar to the gantry frame from the previous life.

Just like in memory, an old man with white hair and beard stuck in the center of the training ground like a javelin, quietly waiting for everyone to arrive.

This is the teaching of ethnology Hongli.

He is Hong Jian's cousin, the master of the second room, and the highest cultivation level among the six Wu Dao masters of the Hong family.

"Teach."

Hong and Fan entered the arena silently, walked up to Hong Li and saluted respectfully.

"Hong Fan, are you sure your body is fine?"

Hong Li nodded slightly in return, and asked earnestly.

"Teacher, don't worry, there is no serious problem."

After hearing Hong Fan's face-to-face confirmation, the old man stopped talking.

So, the two young people consciously stood aside and waited quietly for the class to start.

About a quarter of an hour later, before the class time, a total of thirty or so new students arrived one after another.

They are all young people between the age of fifteen and eighteen, and their martial arts are all below the Guantong state.

Hong Ping, who whipped Jiang Youcai in the morning, was also among them.

In Jinhai City, the penetration level can be regarded as a strong player, the backbone of the family, and there is no need for centralized education such as ethnology.

"The hour has come."

After the disciples saluted in unison, Hong Li stood in front of everyone with his hands behind his back, and the class officially started.

"Two more freshmen are enrolled today, Hong Qing and Guan Fu."

He stretched out his hand to signal the two to come out and let everyone know each other.

Hong Fan knew that the former was a child of Wufang, and the latter was probably a son of a family or a son of a good family outside the Hong family city.

"I will give you a rough explanation of the basic state of world martial arts."

Hong Li said, let the two newcomers join the line.

"As for what you have heard before, you can also review it again, so as to learn from the past."

(End of this chapter)