Lord of the Desert

Chapter 20 Bright Sword
On the second day of May, it was only a few days before Ear Grain.

The wind from the south brought abundant water vapor, making Jinhai City, which has always been arid, to drink for several times.

After the rain has gone, the dust-covered streets and alleys take on a new look, and matching with thinner and thinner summer clothes makes men, women and children in the city a little more refreshed.

Ten days have passed since Hong Fan's martial arts breakthrough.

During this period, he went to ethnology as usual and made no public progress.

But in private, Hong Fan kept familiarizing himself with the new realm from all aspects, and by now, he had reached the best state.

Today is the holiday, and it is also the first time in two months that Hong Fu has not seen his clan brothers go out to practice martial arts.

In Hong Fan's small courtyard, the two had fun playing chess after a long absence under the shade of the locust tree.

In the past, the two cousins ​​were rivals in chess, but today Hong Fan's chess power has skyrocketed and his aggression is like fire.

For most of the afternoon, Hong Fu lost seven games in a row, and the 21 coppers he sent out were extremely high on the opposite side of the chessboard.

"No, no, it's too hot today, I can't play this game..."

The eighth game started, the little fat man saw that he was at a disadvantage again, he immediately messed up the game and refused to give in.

"When did Brother Fan secretly win the game and come to trick me first?"

He got up and wiped the sweat from his face, looked at the calm and composed brother, his eyes wandered, trying to find a reason to get back the lost copper coins.

At this time, a call came from outside the door.

"Mr. Fan, I have a message from you."

The visitor stopped at the gate of the courtyard and did not come in, but leaned on the door wall to look inside.

"I'm here."

Hong Fan got up to meet him, and took the copper coins he won in his hand.

"Mr. Fan, my name is Ahe, and I am on duty at the side gate today."

The servant in Tsing Yi said respectfully.

"Just now a half-grown child came from outside the mansion, saying that someone from Du Kangju entrusted him to deliver a message to you."

The Hong family said that it was not a big deal, since Hong Fan moved his hands twice in the ethnology, the ripples spread quickly.

Now ordinary servants no longer dare to despise him.

"Just one sentence, the person you want him to pay attention to is on the second floor of the restaurant right now."

Seeing Hong Fu in the courtyard, Ah He deliberately lowered his volume.

"I received the words, thank you for your hard work."

Hong Fan nodded when he heard this, and casually slapped 21 copper coins on the opponent's palm.

Ahe got the reward, bowed even lower, said auspicious words in his mouth, and left happily.

"Brother Fan, that's 21 big bucks!"

Hong Fu was very distressed, seeing that Ah He had gone too far, he couldn't help complaining.

"You might as well pay me back if you give him..."

But when the little fat man met Hong Fan's gaze, he couldn't continue speaking.

"You play by yourself first, I'll go out and do some small things."

Hong Fan said softly.

The voice fell to the ground, turned around and strode out of the courtyard gate.

"Oh."

Hong Fu was startled when he heard the words, and responded instinctively.

When Hong Fan's back disappeared into the alley, he came back to his senses and muttered softly:

"What's 'playing by myself', when I was a child?"

"Let's talk about how to play chess alone..."

However, after only two words, he stopped again.

Hong Fu turned around and took a few steps, and unconsciously pulled up his collar to breathe, only to realize that his body was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

He recalled Hong Fan's gaze just now.

That was a gaze that the little fat man had never seen before.

It's like a sword being unsheathed for the first moment.

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The central section of Anning Street in Jinhai City is where merchants gather most.

The two-story Dukang Residence, which occupies a large area, is located in a remote location in the middle of Anning Street. It can be regarded as a mid-range restaurant among Jinhai Zhengjing restaurants.

Youshi (five o'clock in the evening), the sun has not yet turned into a sunset, and there are already several tables of guests in the building.

Among them, Jiang Youde and his three teammates in Zhu Yiqi were sitting in the good position by the window facing the street on the second floor.

Several people are life-threatening friendships, with good food and wine, the atmosphere was originally harmonious.

But since Jiang Youde accidentally saw half a broken tooth reflected on the liquid surface of the wine cup, he suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Drinking wine to pour sorrow, complaining about self-birth.

Seeing that there were few guests on the second floor, the men expressed their feelings.

Zhu Yiqi, who was born in a family with a son from a good family, can only complain about platitudes.

For example, Hong Jiayan Liu Gong has reservations about foreign surnames;

For example, the unique benefits for young masters after entering school;
Another example is the horizontal training technique that only uses foreign names and damages potential and longevity...

But several people complained and shut up after a few words, unable to continue.

Complaints belong to complaints, they all know that this skill was given by the Hong family.

At the same time, Hong Fan, dressed in plain white, turned around the alley and stepped into Anning Avenue.

His gaze was far away towards Du Kangju, locked at the banquet table by the window on the second floor.

Then, go straight for it.

Perhaps it was his dignified temperament, or his outstanding appearance, but Hong Fan's silent walk still attracted a lot of attention.

All eyes on the long street followed, and for a moment they wanted to kill Wei Jie.

With such an obvious abnormality, the warriors would naturally not miss it.

Jiang Youde put down his wine glass and glanced sideways, and immediately noticed Hong Fan who was standing under Du Kangju.

"Mr. Fan, it's a coincidence that Xiu Muri can see you here."

He was still angry, and the greeting was extraordinarily cold.

When enemies meet, there is no intention of talking to each other.

But Hong Fan's reply stunned the people at the table.

"Professor Jiang, there is no coincidence today, I just came to find you."

Hong Fan raised his voice and said, the voice fell on everyone's ears without restraint.

"I, Hong Fan, as a child of the Hong family, have always devoted myself to martial arts, and I don't want to be disturbed by trivial matters."

"I came here to find you to solve these things together."

When they heard "I'm here to find you", everyone turned their ears up, knowing that there was something exciting to watch.

As soon as the word "Hong Fan" came out, the crowd became even more noisy.

In the past month, the story of "crying because I don't know the taste of meat for many years" has long been known to everyone under the spread of troublemakers.

It's just that the protagonist of the matter has been living in seclusion, so the name doesn't match the person.

At this moment, Daoist Hong Fan showed his face, and among the discussions that aroused, there were more people who favored him.

Without him, how could he be a bad guy with such a handsome face?

There was so much noise that even the other high-rise restaurants on Anning Avenue opened many windows one after another, intending to take a look at the excitement.

The warmer the environment, the colder the mood of the person involved.

"Mr. Fan, how do you want to solve it?"

Jiang Youde stood up and leaned on the railing, and asked.

"My generation of warriors, of course, solve it with fists."

Hong Fan replied decisively.

As soon as these words came out, several people including Jiang Youde laughed.

"You want to fight me?"

Jiang Youde crossed his arms and looked down at Hong Fan from a height.

There is no fool who can serve in Zhu Yiqi for many years.

All kinds of calculations flashed in his mind, and he consciously touched the mind of the visitor.

It was nothing more than repeating the old tricks, using the name of the master to cooperate with external forces to force him to submit publicly.

If it was normal, Jiang Youde would rather apologize to Hong Fan than fight.

Even if the other party had broken half of his teeth, how could he forget the words "upper and lower"?

You can't write two Hong characters in one stroke.

But just after drinking a few ounces of strong wine, the resentment in his belly was brewed.

At this time, Hong Fan challenged him face to face, but Jiang Youde felt unwilling and unable to retreat.

(End of this chapter)