Lord of the Desert

Chapter 247 Untitled
After midnight, the wine is not full.

Starting with Shi Yuanwei, everyone started arguing about the world's fastest.

From goshawks to arrows, from gusts of wind to thunder, it is difficult to argue for a while.

The alcohol is getting stronger.

Under the octagonal eaves, everyone's chats became inconsistent.

Zhan Yuanzi released his wine glass, set up a drawing board outside the pavilion, polished the ink, and looked at the bright moon carefully.

Hong Fan watched it with him for a while, and seeing that he hadn't started writing, he found a high rock not far away to sit on.

Looking at the blurred mountains and forests in the distance, he was rarely in a daze.

An Angzang figure approached.

But it was Shi Yuanwei.

"Where did Brother Shi come from?"

Hong Fan asked leisurely without turning his head.

"Call here and there."

Shi Yuanwei replied instinctively, and then sat down cross-legged on the edge with some resentment.

I was speechless for a long time.

"Why mother-in-law?"

Hong Fan suddenly laughed.

"Brother Shi, do you have something to say to me?"

he turned his head and asked.

"Nothing to say..."

Shi Yuanwei was looked at by him, turned his eyes unconsciously, and replied.

But halfway through the sentence, he stopped himself.

"There is indeed something to say."

He swallowed, mustered up the courage to look at Hong Fan.

"If you shouldn't ask..."

"Brother Hong, I have been wanting to ask since I came back from Qifeng Mountain, why is your Shunbu move so fast?"

"At that step, even the innate masters will not be able to chase you!"

As soon as he blurted out the words, Shi Yuanwei's face turned red - inquiring about the method of killing others is a big taboo for Dahua.

"That's what happened."

Hong Fan smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"One is to step on the ground, and the other is to help with the life star."

"But these two are still in the second place."

"The most important thing is that I confine the qi in the sand, press it to the limit and release it all at once, creating a strong wind."

Shi Yuanwei was startled when he heard the words.

"It turned out to be borrowing the power of the wind?"

"Sure enough, the wind is the fastest in the world..."

He sighed hopelessly.

After finishing speaking, Shi Yuanwei looked up at the night sky, raised his hand and shook it.

The innate spiritual energy mixed between heaven and earth was slightly disturbed.

In the end, however, he let go in frustration.

Hong Fanruo felt something.

"Brother Shi is wrong, the wind is far from the fastest in the world."

He opened his mouth and spoke with a firm tone.

Shi Yuanwei looked over immediately.

"There is a strong wind named 'Biao' above the vast ocean, which destroys the sky and blocks the sun. It can travel 1000 or [-] miles in an hour."

Hong Fan narrated.

"But Lei Yuan is faster than the wind, and can travel five thousand miles in an hour."

"How do you know?"

Shi Yuanwei asked.

"Don't worry about it, I just know."

Hong Fan laughed.

"And Ray wasn't fast enough."

"Faster than thunder are electricity and light!"

Shi Yuanwei became happy - his nickname was 'Electric Light and Stone Fire'.

"How fast are electricity and light?"

he asked.

"One hour of seventy-two hundredths, the electric light can travel 60 miles."

Hong Fan answered in a deep voice.

"Unbelievable..."

Shi Yuanwei's voice trembled.

"How could it be so fast? Even the celestial beings and martial sages can't compare..."

Hong Fan laughed when he heard this: "But electricity and light are not the fastest either."

"What else could be faster?"

Shi Yuanwei hurriedly questioned, lost his former composure, and seemed like a child.

"Of course it was our idea."

Hong Fan said in a half-truth and half-false tone.

"Close your eyes with me."

"When thinking about the mountains, the mountains will arrive; when thinking about the moon, the moon will arrive; when thinking about the rivers and seas, the rivers and seas will arrive;"

"If you read on the other side, the other side will reach..."

The conversation faded away, and both of them opened their eyes.

"The wind, thunder, lightning, and light just mentioned, how can it be faster than ours?"

Hong Fan laughed out loud.

Shi Yuanwei couldn't help being inspired by it.

"Brother Shi, I also have a question."

Hong Fan turned to look at him.

"According to the "Yanliu Gong" in my family, a martial artist in the strength realm must enter the realm of sympathy between heaven and man, and must perceive innate aura;

To enter the innate realm, one must tame the innate aura. "

"But that's the case?"

"Indeed."

Shi Yuanwei replied seriously.

"The "God's Guide" also says the same thing..."

At this moment, Hong Fan's complexion darkened, and he asked suddenly.

"There is fear in the heart, how to tame it?"

Shi Yuanwei's smile disappeared, and his mind went blank.

When he came back to his senses, Hong Fan had gone away with his hands behind his back, only the long wind pushed the grass waves, all the way to the end of the boundless.

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The stones fell into the lake, creating ripples.

The withered reed grass was stepped down by the boots, revealing the back of Bai Jiaci squatting on the stone.

"Why are you hiding here alone?"

Hong Fan said.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about my whole life."

Bai Jiaci replied, turning his head to look back, revealing half of his face.

"It wasn't worth thinking about at first, but recently I have been thinking about it non-stop."

Hong Fan saw him smiling.

"The one I think about the most is the Mingyue Tower in the Qiqiao Festival."

Bai Jiaci said softly.

"When stepping on the white marble steps and meeting Liu Xingxian;"

"Sitting on the third floor, listening to Jiang Wenbo disdain Tiqi..."

Hong Fan stood silently without answering.

Bai Jiaci turned around halfway.

"Hong Fan, what did I look like to you at that time?"

he asked vibratingly.

"A lot of worries."

Hong Fan thought for a moment and replied.

"Between you and me, why is the wording so elegant?"

Bai Jiaci grinned and said with reproach.

"I'm not worried, I'm just afraid."

He said with a look of confusion on his face.

"I'm not afraid of death."

"If I'm afraid of death, I won't be a Tiqi."

"But I'm still afraid when I see those noble families and rich families and mansions."

Bai Jiaci looked towards the lake.

The stones have already sunk to the bottom, but the waves are still there.

"I don't know when it started, maybe I left the Spirit Dog Gate, maybe I came to Xijing, I started to be afraid of people looking at me, afraid of those eyes that gathered."

"At first I thought it was because I was born in poverty and my eyes were too shallow."

"But just now when I heard you coming, I figured it out—it's because I don't like myself from the bottom of my heart."

Hong Fan was breathing heavily and wanted to interrupt, but was stopped by raising his hand.

"Hong Fan, what do you think of my martial arts talent?"

Bai Jiaci asked.

"very good."

Hong Fan replied.

"It's not a fortune star, it's far better than me——if you get the second-grade exercise, you should be able to climb the ladder and become a congenital."

He made this evaluation sincerely.

At the same age as 20 years old, Chi Xinchi has just broken through to become one, and belongs to the leader of the second echelon of Jinhai City.

However, at the same age, Bai Jiaci has practiced weaker exercises, but he has already attained the realm of the Four Meridians.

Compared with Hong Sheng, it was only a step behind.

"What you said should be right, I thought so too."

Bai Jiaci said with a smile.

"I entered the Spirit Dog School at the age of 13 and worked as a handyman disciple for two years before I came into martial arts."

"At that time, the brothers and sisters just started to walk in the Little Zhou, wearing the same clothes and eating the same food; every time they made progress, everyone couldn't help thinking about which martial arts classics they would switch to in the future, and what nicknames they would get on the Tianjiao list... "

Looking at the full moon, he seemed to see faces that had walked with him for a while.

"In everyone's eyes, I am the one who is different."

Bai Jiaci recalled.

"Unfortunately, this is just an illusion."

"Children's stupidity is a layer of protection."

"But people grow up."

He raised his head, reached out and rubbed his eyes.

"There will be a moment when reality cuts open my skin, revealing the bleak ordinaryness inside."

As Bai Jiaci spoke, he suddenly turned around.

"Hong Fan, to me, you are the knife."

Hong Fan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

"That night, the noble son of the Bai family lost his scalp, and the poor family of the Bai family lost their illusions."

Bai Jiaci's voice was choked with joy.

"I figured it out until dawn."

"Not everyone can reach the end of martial arts."

"Not everyone can reach the upper limit of talent."

"Hong Fan, I don't know when your time will come—maybe it never will come..."

"But mine, it's already here!"

At this moment, he looked at his teammates calmly and shed tears.

Hong Fanqiang held back his eyes, desperately trying to comfort him.

But before he could speak, Bai Jiaci had already wiped away his tears and turned back.

"do not worry about me."

He propped his hands back on the rock, looking at the Milky Way in the lake and the grass on the river.

"It's not my weakness that bothers me."

"I've always looked down on myself because I've always been the one who drags others down - drags down my parents, younger siblings, Si Ye, Ruyi..."

"Drag you."

When Hong Fan heard this, he finally couldn't hold back and wanted to speak no matter what.

"Everyone, Jiaci, everyone has a process of growing up..."

"How can there be shade when the seedlings are not yet mature?"

His language is rarely scattered.

"I know."

Bai Jiaci felt relieved.

"But I can't wait."

He stood up suddenly, took a sip of the wine, brewed it deeply, and then exhaled the stale air that had been suppressed in his chest for half a lifetime.

"When a warrior enters the state of chaos, he is like a tree hugging him, which is enough to be a pillar in the courtyard."

Bai Jiaci said firmly.

"It's almost dawn."

He threw the jug into the lake and turned to look at Hong Fan with a relieved smile on his face.

"Let's go back to Love Flower Pavilion."

Mao time has arrived, and the night is fading towards the sky.

When the two returned to the Cuojiao Pavilion, the wine jar was mostly empty.

On the drawing paper, the scenery of water and mountains is already there, and the grass carpet has also taken shape, only the full moon and starry sky have not yet been completed.

Time passed by.

The paintbrush is more urgent, but after all, it is too late.

"Oh, how fast is the good night, I can't catch up..."

Zhan Yuanzi realized the facts and was discouraged.

"It's all a mistake of drinking!"

he complained angrily.

Inside the pavilion, Lu Yunshi, who was leaning against the fence, laughed at this.

"The moon falls today, and we will wait for tomorrow. Why blame Du Kang?"

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon today is different from the past!"

Zhan Yuanzi retorted.

"so what?"

Lu Yunshi waved his hand drunkenly.

"If it doesn't work tomorrow, it will happen next year!"

Seeing the alcoholic appearance of the people in the pavilion, Zhan Yuanzi was too lazy to speak.

At this moment, the corners of his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Everyone, it's dawn!"

Shi Yuanwei, who had watched the autumn wind for half a night, pointed his finger to the east, and the sound was like a bell.

After everyone ate and drank, they immediately woke up for a few minutes and looked into the distance.

At the edge of the sky, the sun emerged from the stratus clouds, revealing a corner.

All things manifest in light.

Mountains outline the shape.

The water shimmers with light.

The grass by the lake is half dry.

There are more layers of forest outside the grass.

Hong Fan opened his eyes and saw the autumn leaves burning like fire all the way to the sky.

It also burns in everyone's heart.

So he raised his glass high.

"Drink together!"

With a loud shout, he dissipated his anger.

Everyone burst into a commotion, opened a new jar of wine, and drank to the full.

The sweet-scented osmanthus wine entered the throat, and went down fiercely, but the sun rose completely.

The brilliant golden light crossed the Love Flower Pavilion and lay out along the official road towards the distance.

Under the rays of the sun, Yuan Xuesong and Yan Yulin sang the folk songs of Xijing.

"There is only a dream of reunion, and the dust of horseshoes has moved outside the door.

Lament songs are left to be listened to when you are drunk, and you can't see them from afar. "

On the easel is the unfinished mid-autumn night moon.

In front of the easel is Hong Fan resting on the shoulders of Zhan Yuanzi and Bai Jiaci.

Wu Ruyi sat on the steps of the pavilion, clapping her hands until they were flushed.

"Tonight, the wind and the moon know who to share, and the phoenix on the pipa groove."

"There is nothing in life that is more affectionate, the river is not deep and the mountains are not heavy..."

Singing into the clouds, laughter into the wind.

Last night, they hadn't finished their wine yet.

Today and today, their road has no end in sight.

PS:

The Xijing folk song used is Zhang Xian's "Mulan Flower·He Sun Gongsubie Anlu·Banshe Diao"

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Today, 360 suddenly created an automatic screen saver for the computer, and it still uses advertisements (what a bold way to monetize)...

I couldn't figure out how to set it up for a long time, so I simply uninstalled and restarted, and then found that the detailed outline edited by word was not saved.

Listen to me, thank you...

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The succession between several parts of this chapter is lacking, but considering the tonality of the web text, I chose to keep it as simple as possible.

The second volume is considered to be in the middle of the game, and Hong Fan has almost accumulated all the cards he should have accumulated.

Next is the second half.

(End of this chapter)