Lord of the Desert

Chapter 26
By the time we got through the water, it was almost completely dark.

The two changed their clothes and walked back.

"Hong Fu, what level do you think I am in Jinhai City?"

Hong Fan asked.

"Just talking about Jinhai City, Brother Fan, you should be several hundred people older."

Hong Fu answered without thinking.

"Not counting the Shakou Guardhouse in the northeast, there are definitely less than a thousand people in the city from the top to the top."

As the saying goes, poor students have a lot of stationery but good equipment; the same is true for Dahua.

In the ethnology, it happens that the children who are not good at martial arts are the most proficient in topics such as the strength of the family, Guan Gong and Qin Qiong.

"Only counting the Guantong realm, there should be more than eighty people inside and outside our Hong family; the Li family and the Chi family are less than us, adding up to about one hundred and twelve."

Hong Fu snapped his fingers and started to play.

"Counting the city defense department, the city guard's mansion, the Martial Arts Academy, and the Qizuo Prison and their guards, 500 people were killed."

"As for those who go up from the Chaotic Realm, it's only about one-tenth of the Penetrating Realm; according to Fan Geer, your current serious cultivation should be at least in the top six hundred."

"The first six hundred?"

Hong Fan nodded and said, thinking that this estimate is not too bad.

In the journey of martial arts, from inner vision to penetration is the first qualitative change.

Jinhai City has a population of 10,000+, and most of the people do not have access and resources to practice martial arts.

Not to mention the problem of obtaining exercises, the two requirements of half-time production and adequate food security are not enough for ordinary families.

Of course, Hong Fan didn't feel that he was at the end of the 600 people.

Not to mention the fighting skills he brought with him when he passed through the soul, the sand world alone is enough for him to fight back against the three-way and four-way serious warriors.

"According to what you just said, the city guard's mansion, the Martial Arts Academy, and the Qi Zuojian combined, the number of martial arts masters is far less than our three surnames."

Hong Fan thought again.

Counting the total of [-] penetrating realm members in the army, the three major families of "Hong Li Chi" accounted for [-].

And the base number is here, which shows that there must be a large number of people from the three families in the above-mentioned official institutions.

The so-called economic base determines the superstructure, and productivity determines the relations of production.

With such a balance of power, it is almost inevitable for local tyrants and semi-separatists.

"That must be because we have three surnames!"

Hong Fu replied, obviously he didn't understand what the clan brother meant.

"Zheng Chengshou is only in the inner vision realm, and Wen Shijiang, the supervisor of Qizuo, is said to be at the peak of the penetrating realm—but the supervisor of Qizuo is not good at martial arts."

"On the contrary, Gongsun Wujian, who is in charge of the martial arts academy, is a great master at the level of sympathy between heaven and man."

As one of the top performers of ethnology, Hong Fu is very familiar with this information.

"Is the peak of the Penetration Realm enough to be the head of a city..."

Hong Fan heard the words and said.

Dahua Martial Arts flourished and was surrounded by foreign races, so it gave birth to two huge real power institutions, the Martial Arts Institute and the Qi Zuo Jian.

The Academy of Martial Arts is in charge of the world's sects, martial arts, martial arts resources, etc., masters a large number of pill refining technologies, and has an independent intelligence and law enforcement system.

The Qizuojian is similar to the military-industrial complex in the previous life. In addition to research and development, it is also responsible for manufacturing magical weapons.

Among them, the highest-ranking "sage saints" are said to be comparable in power to the shepherds of a state.

Ever since crossing, Hong Fan thought about looking for opportunities to join the machine as a prisoner.

Relying on his background as an aeroengine engineer in his previous life, it shouldn't be difficult for him to rise to the top.

But this path was finally decided by him as a backup plan.

In human society, violence is the ultimate truth.

Budo is the absolute violence of this world.

That's why Dahua respects martial arts, and other methods can only be attached.

With Dragon Soul Tree and Sand World, Hong Fan didn't need to look far away.

"The peak penetration level is not too low."

Hong Fu didn't know what his clan brother was thinking, and thought he felt that his cultivation at the peak of the Penetration Realm was low.

"After Jingsha Xingjun left, not counting General Chu Meng of the Northeast Garrison, there are two geniuses in Jinhai City, they are the elders of our family and the Li family."

Hong Fu continued to count with his fingers.

"Counting our Hong family alone, there are only six Hunran Realm members, one of them is the sympathy between heaven and man and one of them is Xiantian."

"So I heard that Master Jiang's martial arts cultivation is among the top [-] in the city!"

Hong Fan didn't explain Hong Fu's misunderstanding, but just nodded: "Jinhai has 10,000+ people, ranking in the top [-] is already great."

"What about the state?"

he asked again.

"Then I don't know. Our small border town is nothing compared to the state capital."

Hong Fu shook his head and replied.

"With more than two hundred cities in Dahua, Jinhai is not the last, but also one of the last."

Hong Fan stopped asking, and silently nodded.

Unknowingly, the two walked to the door of Hong Fan's house and smelled the aroma of chicken soup in the small courtyard.

"Hong Fu, I'm leaving, see you later!"

Hong Fan waved his hand and stepped into the yard.

Hong Fu slowed down and watched his clan brother enter the door. As soon as he turned around, he heard chanting from the partition wall.

"There is a long way to go;"

"I'll go home first and eat stewed chicken..."

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The next day, the fourth day of May.

Hong Fan finished his morning class in the yard and ate at the stone table with Aunt Liu.

The meal is not complicated, but a pot of thick porridge, two boiled eggs, a plate of pickles, and two pancakes.

But it is such a breakfast, most people in Jinhai City cannot enjoy it every day.

In the ethnology, food is managed by the clan.

Leaving ethnology, we have to make our own daily necessities.

"Master, the family told me yesterday that the kitchen for meals will be in charge for one month longer, until the third day of June."

Aunt Liu wiped away the last bit of porridge in the bowl with a corner of the pancake, swallowed it and said.

"Wait this afternoon, I'll ask the butler to get our last monthly report."

She said with a smile on her face.

In the eyes of this woman who has suffered half her life and has no husband and no children, the days are getting more and more hopeful.

All the children of Hong's surname are adults, and the clan will arrange errands, no matter whether they are good or bad, fat or thin.

Although Jinhai City is remote, the cost of simply having enough food for the residents is not high.

Therefore, there are basically no hungry members in the Hong family.

But Hong Fan, who was still eating fast, was not as happy as Aunt Liu.

What he is worried about is not that he can afford the meals of two or three adults, and the large amount of high-quality protein that each meal must have.

For martial artists, no matter how expensive food, clothing, housing and transportation are, how can it compare to the consumption of martial arts resources?
How can Hong Fan endure the speed of the past after tasting the speed of practice after the top-grade Tuigong Wan is full?
Therefore, in his heart, there is nothing more important than making money.

With a huff, Hong Fan drank the remaining porridge in one gulp.

Then he said as if nothing had happened: "Auntie, you rest in the afternoon, I will go and get the monthly case in May."

"How can such trivial matters bother the young master..."

Aunt Liu quickly refused.

"Since the young master's breakthrough in martial arts, no one in the clan has given me any face!"

She is afraid of being idle recently, the busier she is, the happier she is.

"Auntie, I am different now; this time I go, I also want to get close to the housekeeper Qiu."

Hong Fan laughed.

Corrupting Lao Tzu's 90-two-month rule, why the hell can't he get close?

Hearing this, Aunt Liu smiled and said yes, only thinking that the young master is not only enlightened in martial arts, but also more proficient in personnel affairs.

(End of this chapter)