Just then, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door.

Before one person could enter the door, his voice came in first.

"Brother Fan, I'm coming to see you again!"

Hong Fan followed the prestige and saw a slightly chubby young man who was one inch shorter than himself pushed open the door of the void courtyard and strode in.

"Ah, why are you up, are you feeling better?"

When this person saw that Hong Fan was in the courtyard, a kind smile suddenly bloomed on his round face.

"It's Hongfu."

Hong Fan also took the initiative to greet him, but he was a little flattered by the other party.

This chubby young man is the concubine of the third room, named Hong Fu, who is the only friend of Hong Fan, the younger generation of the Hong family, and the only person who has visited him during his ten days of bedridden.

"I feel much better when I wake up this morning, and after lying down for a long time, I want to move."

Hong Fan said, stretching out his hand to lead his friend and younger brother to sit down at the stone table in the courtyard.

Hong Fu is a young man, and when he saw that Hong Fan was injured, he immediately dispersed his worries.

After a few words of simple concern, he got to the point: "Brother Fan, I came today to visit your injury, and second, to help teach Xi to bring a word." ”

"You say."

Hong Fan replied.

The so-called teaching is the elder of the clan of Hong Fan and Hongfu.

"You know, a month ago, didn't the Sand Star King die, and the day of the funeral was chosen two days later on March 7."

Hong Fu said.

"When the Star Monarch fell, as usual, he was to be sent back to Shenjing for burial;

The Sand Star Monarch has protected Jinhai City for thirteen years, and he was the number one master in the city before his death, so the Zhangwu Academy wanted to make the ceremony more decent, so as not to make those horsemen from Shenjing look down on him. ”

"Therefore, the city guard sent a message to all the families, asking all the young children to arrive and see off the king of the sand star."

Hong Fu swallowed his saliva and continued.

"Jiao Xi wants to send me to ask, are you well, can you go."

Hearing this, Hong Fan was momentarily stunned.

He could remember that Xingjun was the honorific title of a person who had received the "authority" of Raushzi, but when it came to Xingjun, his memory seemed to be vague.

On the other hand, Hong Fu thought that his friend was still hesitating because of his injury, so he opened his mouth to persuade again.

"Brother Fan, if you want me to say that since you can go to the ground, it's always better to participate."

"After all, this shocking Sha Xingjun is our benefactor of Jinhai City, and there must be a big scene for his funeral, and he can increase his knowledge when he goes-it is said that those escorted horsemen are all masters of the masters!"

Hong Fu said.

He knew that Hong Fan's temper was a little extreme, so he also paid attention to the tone of his voice.

"By the way, the white banquet on the seventh night of the Lunar New Year was also contracted by the eldest lady and hosted by our family."

"If you go to the ceremony, we can still have a feast together in the evening!"

As the only friend, Hong Fu knows Hong Fan's situation very well.

The banquet used by the Hong family to entertain the upper class of the whole city, not to mention the seafood - Jinhai City is located inland, and there are only the sand sea and the mountains nearby - but the mountain treasures are absolutely indispensable.

After a gluttonous meal, it can be worth half a month's oil and water for Hong Fan.

A call from Hong Fu interrupted Hong Fan's thoughts.

"This kind of thing, since I can move, I naturally want to participate."

Hong Fan replied.

"Sand Xingjun has been crisscrossing the Jinhai Desert for more than ten years, and I don't know how many border snake people he has killed for Jinhai City, he wants to leave, of course our Jinhai disciples have to give him a ride."

As soon as these words came out, Hong Fu was stunned.

He was ready for Brother Fan to get angry - he had just mentioned the eldest lady in a gaffe.

"Brother Fan, you're right to think so!"

Hong Fu smiled.

"The funeral time starts from the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, and the procession starts from the West City Gate and goes all the way to the East City Gate, which is at most half an hour; I'll get you together then! ”

"Then Brother Fan, you continue to recuperate, and I will return to teaching!"

Hong Fuli got up and walked out of the hospital.

Hong Fan sat silently on the stone bench and was speechless for a long time.

The words of a friend stirred up many uncollected memory fragments.

"The Border Snake Man, the Martial Star Monarch; It's a wonderful world......"

After a long time, Hong Fan collected his emotions and slowly got up with a deep exhale.

"It would be better if I could have two slices of pork belly for lunch."

He laughed to himself, and then paced the yard in an old-fashioned manner.

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Two days later, March 7.

There was no wind or rain in the city of Gimhae, just cloudy.

Just after the beginning of the afternoon (1 p.m.), Hong Fan, accompanied by Hong Fu, went to the longest Anning Street in the center of Jinhai City to wait.

It will be some time before the funeral procession arrives, but most of the children who have come to see off the funeral have already arrived.

Because Sha Xingjun himself was alone and had no wife and no children, there was no one wearing linen and filial piety in the audience, but everyone was wearing dark clothes and white cloth on their arms.

The same is true for Hong Fan and the others.

"Brother Fan, let's come here."

Hong Fu glanced at the crowd on the street a few times, and quickly picked a favorite location at the gathering place of small and medium-sized families, and pulled his friend over.

As the "crane tail" among the children of the Hong family, he is far away from his own family, but makes him comfortable.

The streets are full of young people from all over the world, and it is inevitable that there will be a lot of noisy conversation.

But Hong Fan paid attention for a while, but he really saw many people with solemn faces, and they had already folded their hands and prayed silently, knowing that the hearse was coming.

"It seems that the Emperor of the Sand Star has won the hearts of the people in Jinhai City."

He couldn't help but sigh.

Hong Fu on the side heard this, but he sneered: "It's true to win the hearts of the people, if it weren't for Xingjun's ruthless methods, the snake people on the other side of the sand sea would not have behaved for so many years."

But Brother Fan, these people you see are not worshipping Xingjun. ”

"And what do they worship?" Hong Fanqi said.

"Naturally, it's the star called 'Sand World' that can manipulate the barren sand!"

Hong Fu replied as a matter of course.

"It's not that the qualifications for martial arts training are not good, so I want to get authorization and take a shortcut."

The little fat man snorted softly, looking disdainful that I was different from them.

But his pride didn't last long.

Seeing that there were more and more people praying around him, Hong Fu quickly forgot the preface and folded his hands.

"Brother Fan, you still have to have a dream!"

Not only did he come by himself, but he also began to pry Hong Fan.

"If we become Xingjun, how dare they bully us in Hong Ping and Hong'an?"

So what does it mean to be 'authorized'? 】

Hong Fan wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by a sharp whistling from the west.

It was a row of chirping arrows that rose into the air.

This means that the funeral procession officially entered the city from the west gate and began to move east.

On both sides of the street, everyone immediately fell silent.

Although Jinhai City is the largest city on the border of Liangzhou, its actual regulations are limited, with a total of more than 100,000 people.

Anding Street, which runs through the west of the city to the east of the city, no matter how slow the convoy is, it will not take too long to complete the journey.

After about a quarter of an hour, the sound of the hearse's wheels, the trampling of horses' hooves, and the rustling of clothes and armor approached in the distance, making the atmosphere more solemn.

When the four high-ranking horsemen, who represented the royal majesty and opened the way, wore auspicious cloud-patterned purple robes and rode high-headed horses past everyone, the cries of chasing the hearse all the way also spread.