Lord of the Desert

Chapter 3 Star Lord
Just then, footsteps came from outside the door.

Before anyone could enter the door, the voice came in first.

"Brother Fan, I'm here to see you again!"

Hong Fan followed the prestige, and saw a chubby young man who was an inch shorter than himself pushed open the half-covered courtyard door and strode in.

"Yeah, why are you up? Are you feeling better?"

When this person saw Hong Fan in the yard, a friendly smile appeared on Yuan's face.

"It's Hong Fu."

Hong Fan also took the initiative to greet him, which flattered the other party.

This chubby young man is the concubine of the third family, named Hong Fu, he is the only friend of Hong Fan in the younger generation of the Hong family, and the only person who has visited him during his ten days of illness.

"I feel much better when I woke up this morning. After lying down for a long time, I want to move around."

Hong Fan said, stretching out his hand to lead his good friend and younger brother to the stone table in the courtyard to sit down.

Hong Fu was a young man, seeing that Hong Fan was healthy, he immediately let go of his worries.

After a few simple words of concern, he got to the point: "Brother Fan, I'm here today to check on your injury, and to help the teacher with a word."

"You said."

Hong Fan replied.

The so-called teaching refers to Hong Li, the elder of Hong Fan and Hong Fu's clan.

"You know, didn't Jingsha Xingjun die a month ago, and the funeral date was chosen on March [-], two days later."

Hong Fu said.

"Xingjun's fall, as usual, must be sent back to Shenjing for burial;
Jingsha Xingjun protected Jinhai City for 13 years, and he was the number one master in the city during his lifetime, so the Martial Arts Academy wanted to make the ceremony more decent, so as not to make those Tiqi who came from Shenjing look down upon him. "

"So, the city guard sent a letter to each family, asking all the young children to come to see King Jingsha Xing off."

Hong Fu swallowed and continued.

"The professor wanted to send me here to ask, are you in good health and can you go?"

Hearing this, Hong Fan was silent for a moment.

He can remember Xingjun is the honorific title of a person with some kind of "authority", but when it comes to Jingsha Xingjun, his memory seems to be absent.

On the other hand, Hong Fu thought that his friend was still hesitating because of his injury, so he tried to persuade him again.

"Brother Fan, if you want me to say that since you can go to the field, it's always a good idea to participate."

"This Jingsha Xingjun is our benefactor of Jinhai City after all, and there must be a big scene for him to be buried, and you can gain knowledge after going there-it is said that those escorting Tiqi are all masters!"

Hong Fu said.

He knew that Hong Fan's temper was a bit extreme, so he also paid attention to his tone of voice.

"By the way, the funeral banquet on the evening of the seventh day of the lunar new year was also hosted by the eldest lady, and it was hosted by our family."

"If you go to the ceremony, we can have dinner together at night!"

As the only friend, Hong Fu understood Hong Fan's situation very well.

The banquets that the Hong family used to entertain the upper class in the city, not to mention seafood—Jinhai City is located inland, with only sandy seas and mountains nearby—but mountain delicacies are absolutely indispensable.

After a meal of gluttonous food, it can be worth Hong Fan's oil and water for half a month.

A call from Hong Fu interrupted Hong Fan's thinking.

"Since I can do this kind of thing, I naturally want to participate."

Hong Fan nodded and replied.

"Jingsha Xingjun has been in the Jinhai Desert for more than ten years, and he has killed many snake-offenders for Jinhai City. If he wants to leave, we Jinhai children will of course have to see him off."

As soon as these words came out, Hong Fu was taken aback.

He was already prepared for Brother Fan to get angry—just now he made a slip of the tongue and mentioned the eldest lady.

"Brother Fan, you are right to think so!"

Hong Fu smiled.

"The funeral will start in the afternoon of the next day. The team will start from the west gate and go all the way to the east gate. It will take at most half an hour; then I will join you!"

"Then Brother Fan, you continue to rest and recuperate, and I'll go back to teaching!"

Hong Fulisuo got up and left the courtyard.

Hong Fan sat silently on the stone bench, speechless for a while.

A friend's words stirred up many uncollected memory fragments.

"Snake offender, Martial Dao Xingjun; it's a wonderful world..."

After a long time, Hong Fan collected his emotions, exhaled deeply and slowly got up.

"It would be even better if I could have two slices of pork belly for lunch."

He laughed at himself, and then paced back and forth in the yard in an old-fashioned way.

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Two days later, March [-]th.

There is no wind or rain in Jinhai City, but it is cloudy.

Just after Weishichu (one o'clock in the afternoon), Hong Fan, accompanied by Hong Fu, went to the longest Anning Street in the center of Jinhai City to wait.

It will take some time for the funeral procession to arrive, but most of the children from various families who came to send the funeral have already arrived.

Since Mr. Jing Sha Xing was alone and had no wife or children, no one in the audience wore sackcloth or filial piety, but all of them were dressed in dark clothes with white cloth tied around their arms.

The same is true for Hong and Fan.

"Brother Fan, let's come here."

Hong Fu glanced at the crowd on the street, quickly picked a favorite spot at the meeting place of small and medium families, and dragged his friends over.

As the "cradle tail" among the Hong family's children, being far away from his own family made him feel at ease.

Young people from various families gathered on the street, so it was inevitable that there would be too much chatter.

But when Hong Fan paid attention for a while, he really saw many people with serious faces, and they had folded their hands and prayed silently when the hearse was coming.

"It seems that Jingsha Xingjun has won the hearts of the people in Jinhai City."

He couldn't help sighing.

Hong Fu on the side laughed when he heard the words: "It's true to win the hearts of the people, if it weren't for Lord Xing's ruthless methods, the snake people on the side of Shahai would not have behaved for so many years.

But Brother Fan, the people you saw did not worship Xingjun. "

"Then what are they worshiping?" Hong Fanqi asked.

"Naturally, it's the life star named 'Sand World' that can manipulate barren sand!"

Hong Fu replied of course.

"It's not because I don't have enough martial arts qualifications, so I want to get a license and take a shortcut."

The little fat man snorted softly, with a look of disdain that I am different from them.

But his pride didn't last long.

Seeing more and more people praying around, Hong Fu quickly forgot the preface and folded his hands.

"Brother Fan, you still have to have dreams!"

Not only did he come by himself, he also started to tease Hong Fan.

"If we become Xingjun, how dare Hong Ping, Hong An and the others bully us?"

[So what exactly does 'obtain authorization handle' mean? 】

Hong Fan wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by a sharp roar from the west.

It was a row of Ming Dy that rose into the air.

This means that the funeral procession formally entered the city from the west gate and began to move eastward.

On both sides of the street, everyone fell silent immediately.

Although Jinhai City is the largest city on the border of Liangzhou, its actual regulations are limited, with a total of 10,000+ people.

No matter how slow the convoy is on Anding Street, which runs from the west to the east of the city, it doesn't take too long to complete the journey.

About a quarter of an hour later, the sound of the wheels of the hearse, the trampling of horseshoes, and the rustling of armor approached far away, making the atmosphere even more solemn.

When the four high-ranking Tiqi who represented the majesty of the royal family and led the way, dressed in purple robes with auspicious cloud pattern and passed the crowd on tall horses, the cries of chasing the hearse all the way also spread.

(End of this chapter)