Lord of the Desert

Chapter 395 Open your eyes
The next day, June 30th.

into the night.

After the war, Duan Tiannan was also buried.

Hong Fan sat cross-legged on the bed and felt peaceful for the first time in more than ten days.

It was many days ago that I was promoted to the Xiantian realm.

But he was exhausted by the fierce battles every day, and only now did he have time to examine his progress in detail.

The true essence flows, shuttling through the twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians at high speed, and then penetrates into the other parts of Li, Ru, Chu, and He.

Possessing true essence is a sign of the innate realm. After that, every time a meridian is opened up, it is a step up. When all the meridians in the whole body are unobstructed, that is the peak of the six harmonies.

Generally speaking, no distinction is made within the realm of interaction between heaven and man.

But in fact, the longer a warrior is stuck, the more innate spiritual energy he can mobilize. Once he breaks through, these accumulations will be realized in a short period of time - for example, Shi Yuanwei was stuck in the Qi realm for seven or eight years, but once he broke through, he reached the first level within a few days.

In comparison, Hong Fan stayed in the realm of communication between heaven and man for only one year, so logically speaking he did not accumulate much.

But from the battle of Duanli to the fierce attack of Yunlan, the roots of the Dragon Soul Tree had already been filled with vitality, and they expanded from the popliteal fossa to the kidneys and bladder every day. So far, it has opened up 60% of the Foot Taiyang and Foot Shaoyin meridians.

Considering that he was still fighting with the Feng family five days after breaking through, and going to the Dragon Soul Tree to "restock", Hong Fan estimated that the current vitality was enough for him to achieve the innate unity.

"Killing is indeed the breeding ground for the growth of Star Lords."

He sighed.

The true essence circulates for forty-nine times.

Hong Fan's distracting thoughts gradually ceased, and he entered into a state of complete concentration, a state of inner vision.

After reaching the innate realm, a warrior's inner vision ability is further enhanced.

Meridians, blood vessels, organs, bones...

All the parts that make up the body can be formed as the mind wishes, whether it is enlarged or real, it only takes a thought.

In the past, Hong Fan's inner vision ability could only monitor the abstract spiritual platform, but now he can further examine the real image inside the skull.

Eyeball, optic nerve, sulcus and gyrus...

[No wonder the organ supervisor’s knowledge of anatomy is not inferior to that of his predecessor. ]

As Hong Fan thought about it, his view passed through the pineal gland in his brain.

He saw that the arterioles branching from the left and right posterior choroidal arteries penetrated the pineal capsule, ran between the connective tissues, and formed a blue-green capillary network.

The blood flow here is second only to the kidneys.

Hong Fan was just about to shift his viewpoint along the pineal gland's aura vein when he suddenly felt the branches and leaves of the Dragon Soul Tree swaying, and it was as if a cool breeze passed over the spiritual platform, blowing away a veil.

When he came to his senses, he saw the tissue at the pineal gland turning over, revealing a complete eye with closed eyelids.

Hong Fan's breath was choked.

This eye is tiny and delicate, with purple-black organic tissue surrounding it, clearly distinguished from the flesh and blood outside.

When Hong Fan looked at it, it opened a little.

look at each other.

Time seems to evaporate water.

Through this pupil, Hong Fan saw the barren sand, the soil, and the shaking continent made of rocks.

This continent is actually floating on a red sea of ​​blood.

Waves rose from the cracks in the ground and swept Hong Fan away.

Consciousness is sinking.

It fell into the pale blue sky at high speed, tumbled out of the abyss on the other side, and crashed into the boundless nothingness without light or shadow.

What is slipping away?
it's me.

Like a moment, like a lifetime.

Until the Dragon Soul Tree began to sway its branches again.

Hong Fan suddenly jumped out of his inner vision, his heart pounding with fear and his whole body drenched in sweat.

"Whose eyes are these?"

he murmured.

“These are not my eyes!”

Hong Fan was in a state of panic, his true energy went out of control and hurt his internal organs, causing him to spit out blood.

The plain white sheets were dyed red with spots of gold in between.

It was exactly the same blood as Xiao Twelve and Xiao Thirteen.

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The first day of July.

It was very hot in the afternoon.

The egret stands on the branch, like a idle cloud hidden among the green leaves.

Feng Qing led the two of them through the rain corridor and into the green-tiled courtyard immersed in the sound of cicadas.

Four people sat in the study as host and guest.

Hong Fan poured each of them a cup of herbal tea.

"What's the matter with me?"

He asked with a smile.

After taking the tea, they didn't know where to start. After a moment of silence, Feng Qing started talking.

"Sir, the entire Feng family has left today, and the ox-horse caravan is several miles long."

He held the cup. "In the past few days, I have heard news of the disbanding of the rebels in various places. After the great cause is accomplished, everyone must feel a little empty."

Hearing this, Hong Fan roughly guessed their purpose, but still listened patiently.

Feng Qing moistened his lips with herbal tea and continued.

"These days, Lord Baisheng has been busy contacting people from the court, while Marshal Xu has been counting the military's wealth and distributing silver to the soldiers."

“Everyone is trying to find a way out.”

"Those who come from a wealthy family will definitely not leave the Three Commanderies, and most of them want to change their positions to become officials in the imperial court."

"Many people who have families and skills are planning to join the Leng and Tang families. Without two rivals, everyone can expect these two families to prosper in the future."

"But there are always some who are unwilling or unable to do so."

He looked at Hong Fan and pointed at himself.

"For example, I finally overthrew the royal court, but had to let the Feng family go. I don't want to live under the roof of the Shi family anymore."

Having said that, he drank the tea in one gulp.

"Young, rootless, stubborn...many people don't want to stay in Huaiyang State, but they have no other options."

"After thinking about it, I can only ask you, Master."

Hong Fan nodded.

Dahua Jiuzhou has always had population flow control.

For warriors, such restrictions are basically just a formality, but it is not so easy for ordinary people to obtain a pass.

What's more, people are looked down upon when they leave their hometown, and xenophobia can be found everywhere.

"I have something to ask first."

Hong Fan thought for a moment and said.

"Do you want to go to Liangzhou, or do you want to follow me?"

"If it is the former, I will do my best to help you because of our friendship of life and death. If it is the latter, we will be master and servant and I will not abandon you. Our relationship is different."

The three of them looked at each other when they saw that everything had been said.

For ordinary people, the warriors of the Baisheng Army, who have experienced hundreds of battles and witnessed the destruction of the world in the Yuanci battle, really look down on them.

But the person in front of me is different.

In terms of reputation, ability, martial arts, and knowledge, Hong Fan was the best choice of the time.

Although the resources behind him are not as good as those of the aristocratic families, thinking about the scene when Duan Tiannan was buried, it was clear that he had caught the attention of the dean of the Zhangwu Academy.

What is even more rare is that despite his many outstanding qualities, he is humble and loyal, and is also brave enough to perish together with his fellow men.

If I really have to choose someone to follow in the current Yunlan City, I'm afraid there is no better choice.

So Feng Qing and the other two almost immediately stood up and bowed: "If we can follow you, it would be our greatest wish!"

Hong Fan returned the greeting first, then asked the three to sit down.

"So how many people want to go to Liangzhou?"

he asked.

"We haven't asked each one of them in detail, but there are at least dozens of people."

Niu Gengsheng, who was sitting on the west side, said.

"Most of them are from our central army. Many of them fought with you on the battlefield. There are also those who worked on ironmaking last winter. But with your words, Yun Lan won't frown if we charge again!"

Hong Fan understood the situation thoroughly and quickly went through a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Among the three people in front of him, Feng Qing is of the same lineage, and the other two have mastered high-level skills; they are skilled in archery and horse riding and outstanding in martial arts, and they are bound to be rich wherever they go.

But this is not the case for many of the soldiers further down.

The military is the most united place.

The soldiers who wanted to go out and fight would hug the regiments of the officers, and the officers would hug the regiments of the stronger ones.

Three years later, Hong Fan's sphere of influence is no longer what it used to be. It now involves the Weaponry Bureau, the Martial Arts Academy, two major trading companies, and many celebrities in Xijing, and has long since expanded beyond the Hong family.

If these people from Huaiyang State followed him to Liangzhou, they would definitely form a new faction.

But this is a good thing for Hong Fan.

Now he wants to do more and more things, and relying solely on the talents within the clan is neither sufficient nor healthy.

Anyway, the scale is dozens of people, even if we can't absorb it temporarily, we can definitely afford it.

So Hong Fan agreed.

"Since you trust me, I will not shirk this responsibility."

"Xijing is one of the largest cities in the Nine Provinces. Although I have not been here for long, I have already accumulated a lot of connections. I can have a say with the Martial Arts Academy, the Weaponry Bureau, the Criminal Investigation Department, and even the Liangzhou Camp."

"As for the aristocratic families, regardless of whether they are second-rate or third-rate, I have met the ancestor of the Shen family once, and I have also attended a banquet at Wuzheng Garden. I have a close relationship with the daughter of the Shen family. I left the table early at that time, and Miss Shen even cried."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

The bloodbath in Wuzhen Garden had long been known to the world.

This incident also proves Hong Fan's power in Xijing.

"As for Jinhai City where my clan is located, it is no exaggeration to say that it covers the sky with one hand."

"In short, you can ask in detail when you go back. Those who are willing to follow me north will be treated the same as those of our family. If you want to make a living on your own in the future, I will not hinder you."

The three were overjoyed to hear this, and they hurried away and received a written report that evening, with eighty-seven names listed on the paper.

Among them, in addition to Feng Qing, the deputy commander of the Lianshan Camp of the Central Army, there was also Xue Chi, a second-class military marquis, and more than 20 other people who were connected.

(End of this chapter)