Lord of the Desert

Chapter 184 Asura Sect

Zhenghe 28, April 21.

Jinhai is more than a thousand miles away, two hundred miles northwest of Xijing City.

In the afternoon, the sun is soft and dense.

The wheat fields are flat and wide, with rice paddies criss-crossing them.

Hong Qi kicked the horse's hooves, kept opening his big mouth to move towards the attractive ears of wheat, but was pulled away by the master again and again by the rein.

Stop and go for three days, one person and one horse can travel comfortably.

Now the destination has finally arrived.

The mountains at the end of the line of sight spread out to both sides, meandering away, like the wings of a roc.

There is a small town at the foot of Tianpeng Mountain.

When Hong Fan looked from a distance, he saw horses and horses passing by, and the flow of people was no less than that of an ordinary county town.

He got off his horse outside the town and walked inside holding a red flag.

The town is named "Yongshou", with a vertical and horizontal diameter of less than 500 meters, but a population of several thousand.

When Hong Fan walked into the street, the hearing power of Hunranjing enabled him to easily capture all kinds of sounds in the small half of the street.

Among them, the noisy human speech was mixed with more than a dozen different accents, many of which were obviously from outside Liangzhou.

After simple inquiries, he found the best inn in the town.

A three-storey wooden building with three large characters hanging on the door—Qingyun Pavilion.

Just as Hong Fan stopped in front of the building, a guy who was waiting outside the door immediately abandoned the others and came up to meet him.

Wearing a dark red brocade military uniform, leading a scorched-tailed tiger-eating tiger, plus an outstanding temperament and appearance...

Standard high-roller image.

"Young master, my house is the best inn in the town, please come inside!"

The buddy bowed and asked.

Hong Fan handed over the reins and stepped into the building.

The decoration of the inn is luxurious and exquisite, three points better than the Golden Wind Tower - although Yongshou Town is only a few tenths of the size of Jinhai City, but with the Shura Sect, it is obvious that there will be no shortage of high-end visitors.

The main hall is wide, and a golden lacquer plaque hangs on the stairs facing the gate, with the words "Fly to the sky" written on it.

Coupled with the implication of the store name "Pingbu Qingyun", it suddenly gave Hong Fan the feeling of preparing for the college entrance examination in his previous life.

There are not many rooms left in the inn, and the prices are not cheap.

There are two groups of people in front of the counter who are hesitating.

One group took their sons, and the other took their daughters. They were all a combination of adults and teenagers.

Hong Fan glanced over and saw that thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy had a ruddy complexion and exceptionally strong muscles and bones, while the two adults in his family wore simple clothes and looked pale.

A sense of déjà vu blows across the world.

The shopkeeper is very enthusiastic, probably from the guy's expression, he knows that the new customer is worth a lot of money.

Hong Fan never liked to bargain unless necessary.

He directly chose the best house owner at the price of one tael of silver a day, and also gave an extra three hundred cash for feeding the horses, and asked to give Hongqi an independent stable and feed ten catties of good meat.

Such extravagance attracted the attention of the two groups who were still hesitating.

As the man went upstairs, Hong Fan could still feel the scorching sight behind him.

The moon sets and the sun rises, just in the blink of an eye.

On April 22, the gate of the Asura Sect was opened for the second day.

There are more and more people on the street, and they have been flowing northward since the early morning.

For the residents of Yongshou Town, the busy period in late April every year is even more busy than the autumn harvest.

Hong Fan had eaten breakfast and was leaving the house at [-] o'clock in the morning.

He didn't ride a tiger beast, he just walked all the way, and arrived at the Lower Court of Shura Sect after an hour.

The lower courtyard was built between two mountains, judging from the trend of the ridge, it should be extremely narrow.

But the principles of nature are interrupted by manpower here.

On both sides of the courtyard, the foot of the mountain was cut off hundreds of meters like a cake, leaving only bare cliffs, facing each other silently.

As for the upper court of the Asura Sect, it is located on Pengshou Peak on the east side.

It is said that it was originally a precipitous peak, but it was chopped off hundreds of feet by the palm of the first Emperor Dou who founded the Asura Sect, artificially opening up tens of thousands of square meters of flat ground.

At the gate of the lower courtyard, many people including Hong Fan stood in place, staring at the Duanfeng covered by clouds and mist for a long time.

Some were sweating, some were trembling, and some were crying.

More teenage children flushed and gritted their teeth.

Hong Fan also had many thoughts.

The master volleyed in vain, and the martial sage broke the mountain with one palm.

However, in Jinhai City, which is adjacent to a foreign race and has suffered from wars, there are only a few local talents sitting in the city.

With so many martial saints and heavenly beings in Dahua, if they each suppress the frontier, will it save the world from shedding a lot of blood?

But after a moment of silence, these childish thoughts were cut off by Hong Fan himself.

No matter which world, capable people always go to better places and allocate more resources.

Not the other way around.

Hong Fan didn't come forward until his chest was calm.

He chatted with the shopkeeper of Qingyun Pavilion for a long time yesterday and got a lot of information.

Every year, the opening of the Asura Sect attracts thousands of people to Yongshou Town, and about a thousand of them actually participate in the selection.

Of course, this is not because the appeal of one of the ten classics of Dahua is too weak.

Shurazong has been established for more than [-] years, and before the Dahua Dingding, its strictness in accepting disciples has long been known throughout the world.

Therefore, everyone who dared to rush to Tianpeng Mountain, at least the leader of each village, had considerable confidence in his own talent and achievements.

Generally speaking, three or forty people will be selected into the outer court in the end.

Among them, only [-]% can get the true biography, and claim to be the heirs of "Sura Dou Zhan Jing".

At the square at the entrance of the outer courtyard, ten disciples from the outer courtyard were in charge of reception.

Hong Fan found a good-looking man in blue shirt, and after the other party finished registering his information, he quietly handed over ten taels of silver bills.

The other party accepted it very naturally, and his expression became more and more kind.

For such a big event as the opening of the Asura Sect and accepting disciples, a mere ten taels of silver would naturally not be of much use.

Hong Fan also didn't think the outer disciple who was in charge of chores had much influence.

But whether it is the king of hell or the little ghost, it is his habit to do things in two lifetimes-complicated projects often do not fail at the key points, and moths always appear in corners that you can't think of.

The green shirt disciple carefully proofread the registration information, saw Hong Fan's hometown, and smiled and praised the fur produced in Jinhai City.

Then, regardless of the fact that there were still people waiting for registration, he personally brought Hong Fan in.

Going around and entering the hall, Hong Fan saw three independent small courtyards side by side, with more than a dozen people queuing in front of each courtyard.

"The brothers here are more talkative."

The disciple in green shirt walked to the third small courtyard while explaining.

"You take your paperwork and go in later when someone is called."

As he spoke, he nodded to his colleagues standing at the gate of the courtyard, and pulled Hong Fan to the second place in the line.

"I stand here?"

Hong Fan asked a question.

He is not the kind of person who sticks to the rules, but he is still not used to jumping in line in broad daylight.

"Stand here!"

The green-clothed disciple replied proudly, and glanced at the others.

No one stood up and spoke without opening their eyes.

The green shirt disciple went back to the front door.

Hong Fan looked at the front and back teams, and found that most of them were thirteen or fourteen years old, and less than 15% were obviously over [-] years old.

And the one in front of him happened to be the short-haired boy I met yesterday when I was staying at the hotel.

The other party didn't meet his gaze.

The team was very quiet, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard from the courtyard.

After a while, the courtyard door opened.

A young man came out in a daze.

The short-haired boy swallowed and went straight in.

This time the wait was a little longer.

It took a long time to burn incense before the gate of the courtyard opened again.

Everyone saw the short-haired boy striding out, holding a few documents and a black iron command arrow with his name engraved on it, but they were all in high spirits.

This is obviously over-selection.

According to the shopkeeper of Qingyun Pavilion, after passing this level, as long as one confirms that the family background is clean and the background is clean, one can have a position in the Lower Court.

The atmosphere of the three teams became hot.

The short-haired boy stood by the side of the courtyard gate, enjoying the sights that gathered, and did not leave immediately.

A call came from the courtyard.

Hong Fan tidied his appearance one last time and stepped inside.

(End of this chapter)