Lord of the Desert

Chapter 61
October 22, morning.

The sun was fierce, and it was easy to get rid of the frost that had accumulated overnight.

On the Hong Mansion Martial Arts Field, there were two cavalry teams of nine each, lined up at both ends of the sand field.

"Are you all ready?"

Hong Ming folded his arms, stood in the center, and shouted to both sides.

"Everything is in place!"

The two teams of the first team and the third team answered loudly after hearing the words.

"preparation."

Hong Ming nodded and raised his hands.

The voice was drawn out, tensing the heartstrings of everyone on and off the field.

Hong Fan, who was in heavy armor, was in the third team, lightly pulling on the reins, and holding tightly the white wax pole that replaced the horse.

"kill!"

Commanding the sky, under the leadership of Hong Lie and Hong Bo, a total of eighteen martial artists kicked the horse's belly hard and charged at each other.

The iron hooves trampled, and the smoke and sand scattered, like a thin sea tide.

Although the Martial arts arena is wide, it still looks narrow when the knights hedge.

Even if the 18 people are all elite, no one can draw a bow and shoot without affecting the charge in such a short period of time.

But Hong Fan is different.

When he was 20 meters away, he waved his hand suddenly, and a dozen rounds of blunt sand bullets were shot out in the face.

Rao was the first team to resist hard, and two people were also attacked.

Sand bombs followed by sand fog.

Due to the scruples of his teammates, the sand fog this time did not rise around Hong Fan, but rushed forward like a sand wall.

If so, when Hong Bo and others suddenly regained their vision, the opponent's gun barrel was already in front of them.

In the first team, Hong Jie slashed out a long pole indiscriminately, but was locked by Hong Fan with a sand circle.

The latter took advantage of the situation to pull out again, and then pulled his opponent off his horse and smashed his body to the ground.

The two teams staggered.

When Hong Fan Lema turned around, only one person was missing from his family, and Hong Bo was the only one left in the other party.

With eight to one, the outcome is self-evident.

"The third team wins!"

After Hong Bo was knocked off his horse, Hong Ming loudly announced the result and nodded towards Hong Lie with satisfaction.

"Easy freehand..."

"effortlessly……"

"I'm tired of winning!"

Shen Hong, Kong Hai and the others leaned on the long poles and shook their heads, their faces full of complacency.

This further stimulated the disheartened Hongbo.

"Hey, you guys won't win by force!"

He patted the sand in the nail leaf and retorted.

"Brother Bo, how can you speak in anger, fair competition, where is it not martial?"

Hong Lie asked with a smile.

"You have a sand world..."

Hong Bo muttered, glanced at Hong Fan in displeasure, and then at Hong Jie, who joined the team at the same time and was holding his back, full of disgust.

"Hey, Brother Bo, you are still born with supernatural powers, why didn't you say that before?"

Hong Lie shook his head and teased.

"Who let Hong Fan join our team? If you don't accept it, why don't you go find a star and become a star king?"

Now Hong Bo lost his words and led his horse away silently.

Seeing this, the third team seemed to have won another victory, chatting and laughing enthusiastically.

"Since Brother Fan, we seem to have never lost in a team competition?"

Kong Hai took the initiative to take the white wax stick from Hong Fan's hand and said.

"That's what you said, it's true!"

Shen Hong took off his helmet, wiped his bald head, and said.

He said and looked at Hong Fan.

"It's only been three months since you officially joined the team. Speaking of which, we haven't gotten along for a long time, but I, Old Shen, are convinced!"

"Me too!"

Sun Li, who was wearing a shawl beside him, said the same.

"There are so many rich and noble sons in Jinhai, I just think our team Zheng and Hong Fan are the most heroes, and I am willing to follow!"

Having said that, the third team that gathered together became inexplicably quiet.

Hong Lie's face was slightly unnatural.

"My skills are all taught by my brothers. I am ashamed to speak because of your flattery..."

Hong Fan smiled and humbled himself, but he felt that they meant something, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"I asked my cousin out for dinner today, but I have to excuse you first."

After sending off the horse, everyone bid farewell to each other.

Outside the stable, Hong Fan turned his head and met Hong Fu who was waiting here.

The two chatted and laughed all the way back home, and accidentally ran into Hong Ping and Hong An.

"Brother Fan..."

When Hong An saw the person coming, he put on a smiling face and wanted to say hello, but Hong Ping, who was standing next to him, deliberately turned his gaze away and walked in a detour.

Hong An, who was half-talking, could only smile and follow.

"What's going on here?"

Hong Fan asked.

With his keenness, of course he could see that Hong Ping was targeting him just now.

"What else can I do, I'm sorry for his brother."

Hong Fu replied casually.

"They are brothers."

"Hong Sheng? What's wrong with him?" Hong Fan felt even more discordant.

Hong Fu was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at his cousin: "Brother Fan, you really don't know?"

Hong Fan replied with a wry smile: "I've been bored in the small courtyard for a month, and I really don't know what happened."

"That's it."

Hong Fu nodded.

"If anything happened, nothing happened."

"But if nothing happened..."

The little fat man shook his head halfway, before being scalped by Hong Fan: "Get to the point."

Now Hong Fu finally spoke honestly: "It's just that there are rumors outside that our Hong family may want to change their sons and daughters."

As soon as these words came out, Hong Fan immediately frowned.

"What's the story of this rumor?"

he asked gravely.

"That is to say, Brother Fan, your talent is not bad. You used to be a dusty jewel; now that you have acquired Sand World, you have shown Su Hui in the Qizuojian, and you have won the attention of the chief supervisor..."

Hong Fu replied that the old god was there.

"In short, it means that you are more suitable to inherit the family and be the patriarch than the eldest son."

"I don't think this is out of the question."

"Our Jinhai is no better than those high-ranking prefects in Zhongzhou. The rules are not so strict. As for the heads of the various families in the city, there are quite a few of them because of their talents..."

While Hong Fu was talking, he also started advocating.

This made Hong Fan frowned even more.

He said with all his heart that since he came to this world, he never thought of staying in Jinhai City to be a powerful patriarch.

Even if he can't become a martial sage, if he devotes himself wholeheartedly to being a master of martial arts, wouldn't he have a better future than in the border of Liangzhou?
"Where did the news come from? Can the elders in the clan express their views?"

Hong Fan asked.

"This kind of thing, of course no one talks about it."

Hong Fu replied.

"But when I really think about it, I can't think of where it was first spread—it seems like the city is full of wind and rain all of a sudden, and everyone is talking about it."

The little fat man scratched his forehead, still feeling dissatisfied.

"But I thought about it in private, and I think it makes sense! With Fan Geer's current style, it's not Wencheng Wude, fascinated by thousands of women, why can't you be the master of the house?"

"That was not what I meant."

Hong Fan shook his head, his expression was rather cold.

"Do you know a word called flattery? The person who spread this word wants to harm me..."

As Hong Fan said, the two had already walked back to the small courtyard.

On the stone table, Aunt Liu had just instructed the servants in the kitchen to arrange the food and wine, and when she saw the two of them coming back, she couldn't stop smiling and greeted them.

When the two brothers sat down opposite each other, she poured the wine first, and then took the initiative to hide in the side room without attending the table.

Although under Hong Fan's strong request, there are not so many class rules between master and servant, but as long as there are outsiders, Aunt Liu will become stubborn, and she is unwilling to hurt the young master's face no matter what.

(End of this chapter)