Lord of the Desert

Chapter 482 Series Connection
September 22, the 32nd year of Zhenghe.

Counting from Yang Cuiwei's death date on June 25, there are only three days left for the funeral.

The Qingdi Zhenzong has been established for a long time and has a wide range of friends. At this time, the number of people invited to attend the ceremony has reached its peak. Among them, there are more than thirty innate masters and hundreds of high-level power masters. Not only is the Zhenzong mountain gate full of guests who arrived earlier, but all the inns in Cangxu City are full.

In the reception room of the inn, Shen Hong skillfully brewed tea, bowed slightly and left.

"I heard that Hong Zishou's place unfortunately caught fire a few days ago, but I didn't expect it to be repaired so quickly."

A middle-aged man in a ivory-white brocade robe took a sip of tea and looked through the window at the newly built wooden building opposite.

"After all, it's just a wooden second floor. It won't take much effort."

Hong Fan added some tea for Cai Guangxi, the military supervisor of Cangxu City across the street, and sighed again.

"The house was destroyed because of me, but the owner was so timid that he refused to pay me compensation. If he had known that we were the ones who came and were going to do such a thing, he probably wouldn't have been willing to rent the inn to us at all."

"Hong Zishou hit the nail on the head. Many things may sound right, but if they really happen to the people below them, they will become disasters."

Cai Guangxi had something in mind.

"Then I guess Master Cai has been having trouble sleeping and eating these days?"

Hong Fan suddenly laughed and saw the person sitting opposite him change his expression.

"I heard that you have a deep relationship with Yang Cuiwei and Xin Wencheng, so you are not too concerned about the land transfer, is that true or not?"

"The depth of our friendship is a private matter. Anyway, you have no intention of using anyone from our prison. What difference does it make whether I care or not?"

Cai Guangxi was trying to hold back his attitude at first, but when he saw Hong Fan's undisguised burning gaze, he couldn't help but lower his attitude.

"The work of the Martial Arts Academy cannot be carried out without the cooperation of local authorities. Hong Zishou should know that the Qing Emperor Zhen Sect has deep roots in Cangxu City after this training. The four-line regular affairs of the Ministry of Supervision and Education cannot be implemented without their cooperation..."

"I understand that."

Hong Fan interrupted his explanation.

"So I allowed Lord Cai to wait and see for the past few days. But now the situation is about to become clear, and the military supervisor still won't make a move. Is he trying to get away with it?"

"Hong Zishou, I'll give you the person you want, what else do you want?"

Cai Guangxi leaned forward, breathing heavily.

"Two possibilities."

Hong Fan leaned back in his chair and raised an index finger.

"The first is that Zhenzong is completely subdued and returns the stolen goods and land to the Zhangwu Academy. By then, they will be unable to breathe for at least ten years, and there is no power vacuum. Once the local government retreats, the Zhangwu Academy will surely advance again, and your friendship will naturally vanish into thin air.

If so, you should help me."

And then the thumb.

“The second possibility is that I lose, fail to accomplish my mission and am forced out of Cangxu City. When I return to Shenjing, I will report the reason to the headmaster. When the time comes, I will not only tell him about the fact that the head of the Martial Academy in Cangxu City stayed out of the matter and was completely useless, but I will also describe it in great detail.

I personally think that if that is the case, you should help me even more."

"Hong Zishou, you can come and go easily, but I will stay in Qingzhou for a long time."

Cai Guangxi was silent for a long time and shook his head slightly.

"It seems that Lord Cai has lived in Qingzhou for a long time, and has been shielded from the ups and downs here, and can no longer see the outside world."

Hong Fan sneered.

"Because the headmaster has already raised his sword, blood will be drawn when the sword is unsheathed. If he can't cut the ones outside, then he can use it to cut the ones inside!"

"Hong Zishou is trying to bluff this military supervisor."

Cai Guangxi felt empty inside and forced a smile.

Hong Fan's eyes finally turned cold and he drank the tea in one gulp.

"I will repeat to you the warning that the headmaster gave me before he came here - no one can guarantee whether the locals will be helpful or not in matters like farming, or how much effort they can provide - now that I have said this, it is up to you whether you believe it or not."

He pushed the teacup away and raised his head to signal the guest to leave.

Upon hearing this, Cai Guangxi sat silently, as if he was trying to determine the truth of the words. After a while, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and suddenly stood up.

Instead, he closed the doors and windows, then returned to his seat and sat half-down.

"What does Hong Zishou want me to do?"

"I have heard from some local channels in the past few days that Xin Wencheng has made a lot of moves and seems to be secretly colluding. Is there any news from Lord Cai?"

Hong Fan refilled the tea and asked. "Yes, yes!"

Cai Guangxi quickly replied.

"This matter is mainly carried out by Zhang Angxiong and other second-generation disciples. They want to stir up trouble at Yang Cuiwei's funeral."

Hong Fan's expression became a little more serious.

Warriors possess great strength, and those who stand out often have fierce personalities. If they are incited and the crowd becomes excited, it will be difficult for him to deal with the situation on his own.

"Master Cai is aware of this matter?"

"Gatherings of warriors are inherently dangerous, but if there is anything particularly dangerous, it is the responsibility of the local martial arts academy leader. Xin Wencheng must inform me first."

Cai Guangxi smiled apologetically.

"In that case, I would like to ask Master Cai for some information."

Hong Fan paused for a moment and then made his request.

"The list of warriors who came to attend Yang Cuiwei's funeral, their sects, where they settled in Cangxu City, and what their relationship with Qingdi Zhenzong is."

According to Dahua law, high-level warriors entering the city need to report to the Martial Arts Academy - this is not mandatory and cannot be enforced - but attending a funeral is a legitimate matter, and there is no need for warriors who come for this purpose to cause trouble.

Cai Guangxi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and immediately agreed.

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That afternoon.

Hong Fan changed into the local scholar's regular clothes, put on a veiled hat, and went out alone.

Given the current situation, it is inevitable that there are people watching the store, but it is unrealistic to keep an eye on a genius.

In the center of Cangxu City, the funeral tent has been set up for three months, but there is no crying in front of the tablet anymore.

Across the street is Yuelai Inn.

The shop door was ajar, blocking out the sunlight and the hustle and bustle of the street.

Hong Fan came in silently and saw the waiter taking a nap on the table with a white towel covering his head.

His snoring stirred the dust in the column of light at his feet.

The wooden stairs creaked all the way up.

On the second floor, in front of Room 3, Block A, there were three knocks on the door.

"Didn't you say that before?"

An impatient, gruff voice rang out.

"I have a dinner party tonight, so I won't have dinner with you."

"I'm here to look for Master Xu of Hongsheng Sect."

The person outside the door replied solemnly.

"You don't know the rules. Why don't you announce your identity first when looking for someone?"

The person inside the door replied.

The sound of cloth belts being tightened and the sound of loud footsteps.

The wooden door was suddenly opened, and the salty and wet smell of fermented sweat rushed out.

The bald man with his shirt half open was holding the door open. He was startled when he saw a man in white with his face covered by a veil standing with his back to the light.

"Which one is coming?"

An old man's voice came from the inner room.

Before he finished speaking, countless tiny grains of sand were blown in from the feet of the man in white, carrying the convection wind to replace all the air in the house, and finally pushed the open window shut.

"Blazing Star, Hong Fan."

The man in white answered, took his veil and strode in, closing the door behind him.

In one afternoon, Hong Fan visited several carefully selected sects and "bought" several "mouthpieces" using the privileges granted by Guan Qimai.

The newly created killing method of Zhongzhou Hongshengmen will be rated as the first grade;
The official medicine quota for the Xiang family in Hezhou Snowman City will increase by 20% next year;
The leader of the Feihong Sword Sect in Hongyi City, Liangzhou, had personally witnessed the miserable appearance of the Tongyun Pavilion after it was smashed by Hong Fan and Qu Luoyi. As a local who knows local affairs, he was willing to give face unconditionally...

(End of this chapter)