Lord of the Desert

Chapter 265
December [-]th, noon.

The solar terms are slightly cold.

Xijing is located in the northwest. So far, the waste heat of the land has been exhausted, and it is the coldest time of the year.

The snow in Asahi Mansion was very thick, and there were jagged ice edges under the eaves.

There is a charcoal stove in the side compartment.

The windows are slitted to prevent fire (carbon monoxide).

Under the command of Aunt Liu, Tao Hong Liu Lu sorted out the new year's goods to be brought back to Gimhae.

In the huge four-entry house, only people in the martial arts arena are suffering from the cold.

Zhan Yuanzi was practicing his sword rarely.

On the other hand, Hong Fan performed the Yanliu Kung Fu Foundation Establishment Fist repeatedly.

With every punch, there will be steam.

Half an hour later, when he stopped, the snow on the rammed earth had evaporated.

"It's been a long time since I saw you play such a basic boxing technique."

Zhan Yuanzi practiced stabbing and guessed.

"It must be that the cultivation base has improved?"

"I can't hide it from you."

Hong Fan smiled slightly.

"Before I met Wang Jinglong, I opened up the fifth channel, 'Dai Mai', and today, the sixth channel, 'Chong Mai', has opened up [-]%."

"Speaking of which, the weather has been surprisingly cold these past few days. There are ice streams on the Yaohe River, but I just feel that my whole body is naturally warm, and I don't even need Yanliu Jin."

He wiped sweat from his brow.

"This is what makes Chongmai so special."

Zhan Yuanzi replied.

"Chongmai is in charge of Qi and blood in the twelve meridians, and is revered as a sea of ​​blood; after I opened up this meridian, I no longer feel that there is a cold weather in Xijing."

He shared his experience, but he saw some dullness in the brows of his teammates.

"Cultivation has improved, why are you still depressed?"

Zhan Yuanzi said with concern.

"It's nothing, I just feel that the speed of practice is not as fast as before."

Hong Fan sighed lightly.

"I entered the Tongtong Realm in March last year, and by the end of March this year, I have cultivated the Three Meridians."

"Almost nine months have passed, and only two strange veins have been opened..."

He spoke with concern.

Zhan Yuanzi opened his mouth slightly, and it took a long while before he answered.

"My young master Hong, you are so full that you don't know how hungry you are!"

"I opened up the pulse four years ago."

"Now that four years have passed, the Du Meridian has only been connected by one-third, and I am relieved that at least the road ahead has not been cut off."

"It's less than nine months since you've passed the yin-dimensional and yang-dimensional channels, and the Chong pulse has been passed by [-]%. What's not to like?"

He said with his hands on his hips, he was so angry that he couldn't practice his sword anymore.

Hong Fan didn't recognize this.

"When I have a lot of things to do, I practice three hours a day, and when I have few things to do, I practice from morning to night."

"You practice swords once every three days, and kung fu once every seven days, but only painting doesn't stop every day..."

"How can our progress compare?"

He retorted.

When Zhan Yuanzi heard this, his expression calmed down.

"It's true that I love painting, but practicing martial arts is not lazy."

"Warriors practice martial arts, and they are always the most diligent when they are young."

"From the inner vision realm to the penetrating realm, the entry is smooth, and daily practice can be rewarding. I was also full of motivation at that time."

"But later, when you throw it away for three days, five days, or even a month, but no response is heard, it will be different."

"So I'm not lazy, I'm tired..."

At the end, he smiled helplessly.

This smile suddenly showed a bit of vicissitudes.

Hong Fan looked at his teammates and couldn't help being dazed.

Zhan Yuanzi is gentle and gentle, and his appearance does not look old.

After getting along for a long time, people forget that he is a 37-year-old lonely middle-aged man who has not yet married.

"You're right, I was anxious."

Hong Fan let out a deep breath.

In his two lives as a human being, he has always had the habit of planning ahead.

How can there be no expectations for the slowing down of the practice speed?
In fact, for Xing Jun, Tiqi is already a profession that has the best chance of killing high-level warriors under legal circumstances.

If you want to be faster, you can only go to the four frontiers to fight against foreign races.

But high returns also mean high risks.

The sword has no eyes on the battlefield.

No one can guarantee that he will always be the one who survives.

The martial arts arena returned to silence.

Zhan Yuanzi practiced his sword.

Hong Fan practiced boxing.

After a while, Shen Hong's call came from outside the courtyard wall.

It is said that Zhang Wuyuan sent someone to send a message, and immediately assembled at Xiezhi Hall.

After changing clothes and hair, the two headed north all the way.

The red wall is covered with white snow.

In Xiezhi Hall, Jian Siyuan and Xie Wenhua sat behind the table.

In front of them was Lian Tiqi and Si Ye, who sat a dozen people.

Lu Yunshi and other five members of the first team.

The second team is four people.

There were five members of the fifth team that Hong Fan didn't know well.

The doors and windows are closed.

"There's an urgent job, the boat department is here, and I want your three teams to handle it."

Jian Siyuan said.

"Fuboxing, you must all know, behind it is the Fubo Gang."

"In the section of the Yao River in Xijing, they are considered half river gods."

He smirked.

"The Governor's Mansion has found three secret halls of Fuboxing. It is said that they are responsible for the affairs of the rivers and lakes and waterway smuggling, and keep the books and records."

"Each one of you."

As Jian Siyuan spoke, he gestured.

Deacon Xie Wenhua, who was sitting by the side, got up and distributed the three paper books in his hands to the captains of the three teams respectively.

The second copy was handed to Wu Ruyi.

She took it quite unexpectedly—the feeling of being the captain is so far away that it feels strange.

"Thank you Deacon."

Wu Ruyi replied in a low voice, a little inexplicably embarrassed.

She pretended to open the booklet and glanced at it.

I don't know if I saw it or not, and I don't know what I saw.

Then he quickly handed it to Hong Fan.

The three teams looked through the information individually, and there was only a rustling sound for a while.

"The Shipping Administration asked us to cooperate."

After everyone jotted down the key points, Jian Siyuan spoke again.

"But I still say what I said before - do things according to the regulations, don't get more points, don't get less points."

"Lunch is served in the hall. From now on, we can't leave this courtyard. We are going to go separately in the near future."

He finished speaking solemnly and sat down behind the wide table.

After a while, the meals divided into wooden boxes were brought in.

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An hour and a half later.

The time agreed with the Shipping Department has arrived.

The third team Ti rode in casual clothes and wore waist badges, and left the Martial Arts Academy through the side door.

The first team went to the east of Xijing.

The fifth team went along the river to the south of the city.

The goal of the second team is in the west of the city.

The four of Hong Fan walked across the Xianzun Bridge without stopping.

Standing at the head of the bridge are still Xunxunxing and whale riders.

The team turned south from the restaurant.

The flow of people is like weaving, and the voices are noisy.

Hong Fan took the lead and walked in the front, but his mind was restless.

He vaguely felt that he was being watched.

The destination of the mission is "Doucao Street" in the west of the city.

In Hong Fan's impression, this street is very wide, with shops on both sides, and it is very popular.

For more than half a year, whenever there is a festive season, Aunt Liu will bring peaches, reds, willows and greens to buy here.

From south to west, there is the last intersection.

Bai Jiaci switched the sheathed horizontal knife to his left hand.

Hong Fan glanced at Zhan Yuanzi.

He also frowned.

"Since the Boat Bureau wants to transfer us, there must be experts stationed in these halls."

Hong Fan suppressed his pace and said in a low voice.

"Ruyi later, Jiaci will cut off the back road, and I will go in at the main entrance..."

While they were talking, the wind blew over their heads.

PS: During the day, I got stuck on the design of the fight with Ao Zhiji.

Things like martial arts moves are sometimes difficult to think about.

I will continue to write Chapter 2 tonight, and it may come out later.

(End of this chapter)