"That's not the bulk of Zhu Yiqi's cost."

Hong Lie shook his head slightly and smiled.

"The biggest expense is actually us."

"In the Zhu Yi Cavalry, the minimum annual salary is also sixty taels, and there are rewards for military exploits; All in all, the silver spent by the clan on more than 60 of us a year will be nearly 10,000! ”

[10,000 taels of silver, if it is exchanged for martial arts resources, what kind of progress can it bring? 】

Hong Fan couldn't help but be speechless when he heard this.

"But you don't have to worry."

Hong Yeol mistakenly thought that his words had put too much pressure on his cousin.

"Our Hongjia has a wide range of fertile fields, and we also have more than a dozen Shangtian Granges in the southeast of Jinhai City, and a Zhuangzi has at least three or four hundred taels a year."

"Coupled with the shops and rented houses in the city, after deducting all the expenses in a year, there is always a net income of three or four thousand taels of silver."

"Okay, it's still early today, why don't I take you to the martial arts arena to practice the bow and sword?"

Hong Lie asked.

Hong Fan naturally would not refuse.

The Hongfu martial arts arena is located in the northwest corner, because it is mainly used to practice the art of arching horses, so the venue is more open than the martial arts training ground in the northeast corner.

Seeing Hong Lie leading his face in, many knight archers greeted him from afar.

And what surprised Hong Fan the most was that in the corner of the field, among the more than a dozen steel balls suspended by iron chains, there was a burly man wearing thick cloth armor, rushing back and forth, slashing with his bare hands.

"That's the team leader of the first team, Hong Bo of the seventh room."

Hong Lie raised his eyes and looked at it, his face was slightly cold.

"He is a serious cultivator of the Ten Realms of the Penetrating Realm, only one of me, but he is naturally strong, and he can carry a hundred catties of heavy armor and make a thirty-pound heavy weapon continuously rush and kill at high speed."

Hong Fan heard this in his heart.

Although he didn't play combat in his previous life, he didn't know anything about cold weapons.

Generally speaking, the weight of a two-handed sword is at most six or eight catties.

A decoration sledgehammer of about twelve catties is enough to smash the cement wall, and it is definitely too powerful to kill people.

And if the thirty pounds of weapons are opened, I am afraid that it will be "broken up" in the literal sense.

"100 catties of armor and 30 catties of weapons, you can still run like flying; What is the significance of the number of mortals in this kind of samurai? ”

Hong Fan couldn't help but sigh.

"How can it be so exaggerated?"

Hong Lie grinned.

"The peak of the ordinary penetration realm can only carry two thousand catties of strength, even if the whole body is steel armor, it is no match for the iron nets and throwing ropes of dozens of veterans."

[Yes, there are martial arts in this world, and there are also organ pills......]

Hong Fan was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered the Dahua military-industrial complex of the instrument as a supervisor.

"Okay, today I'll first take you to familiarize yourself with the basics of pushing the bow, hooking the string, and leaning on the position when shooting at the next step, and then teach you how to use the knife eight methods."

Hong Lie took a practice bow and wooden knife from the weapon rack and led Hong Fan to the shooting range.

For the remaining hour and a half of the whole afternoon, the two spent time in the martial arts arena.

Hong Fan's speed of learning surprised his temporary teacher.

"I didn't expect my cousin to have outstanding looks and a smart brain!"

Hong Lie put away his bow knife and patted Hong Fan on the shoulder.

"At this pace, it will take two full days for me to teach you all the basics and exercises."

"When the time comes, you will be able to hone on your own."

"In any case, if there is no order from above, I am usually either at home or here; If you have any questions, just come to me. ”

Against the sunset, Hong Lie smiled heartily.

He is 29 years old and has already married and has children.

"Thank you, cousin, I'll have a lot of trouble in the future!"

Hong Fan solemnly thanked and bowed deeply.

"It's all within your bounds, you're so serious, is it because this cousin is not sincere?"

Hong Lie waved his hand and deliberately asked with a straight face.

The two of them laughed separately.

"You are only a backup in the team now, at least you must master the infantry shooting, mounted archery, infantry knife, horse lance, and the killing method of penetrating the realm before you can officially join the team."

Hong Lie added.

"With your understanding, I think I will definitely become a ...... in three months"

In the evening martial arts arena, the two cousins strode out one after the other.

Hong Fan, who was behind him, looked at Hong Lie's back and vaguely glimpsed the appearance of his father Hong Li when he was young.

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More than two months later, on the sixth day of August.

In Liangzhou in the northwest, the sunshine is a little hot during the day, but as soon as the sun sets, the chill immediately climbs up.

The summer solstice is gone completely, leaving only the dew that condenses every morning as a farewell tear.

At this time, the solar term is named "white dew".

At noon, Hong Fan went out of the city with a bow and a knife and rode a gelding into the mountains from the southeast.

It is still a familiar woodland, except that most of the leaves of the trees have withered and yellowed.

Hong Fan led the horse into the forest, and stepped on the dead branches and leaves with an autumn sound.

"Bentley, you're grazing here, don't move."

He tied the yellow horse under a tree and patted it lightly on the face.

The loyal "Bentley" snorted in response, having long forgotten that he was once a breeder.

Under the cover of the dense forest, Hong Fan first practiced a few soldering iron hands, and then pulled out the "Wang Buliuxing" horizontal knife to practice knife skills and "flaming knife" killing methods.

Not long after, several large trees around were hit by another disaster, and several scorched black scars were split.

When the true qi was exhausted, Hong Fan used the tree as a target and practiced rapid fire with the bamboo arrows he bought.

The horn bow does not need to be full, it is one shot in two seconds, and counting the kung fu of drawing arrows and correcting posture, hundreds of rounds have been practiced in half an hour.

At a distance of twenty meters, even if each arrow misses the bull's-eye, it will not deviate much.

In just two and a half months, Hong Fan had already mastered the bow, knife, horse, lance, and the basic killing method of Yanliu Gong by virtue of his intelligence that was already beyond that of ordinary people, as well as the blessing of martial arts.

As for the most important aspect of the body, he naturally will not fall behind.

During this time, Hong Fan consumed martial arts resources worth seventy or eighty taels of silver, and after penetrating the second canonical "Hand Shao Yin Heart Sutra", he opened up four of the nine major points of the "Hand Shao Yin Heart Sutra".

In terms of Yanliugong's cultivation alone, he has already caught up with Jiang Youde, who is ten years older.

But his progress goes far beyond that.

With his fingers plucking silently, Hong Fan raised a large area of barren sand under his feet, enveloping himself and several surrounding trees.

Within a radius of ten meters, the wind whispered lowly, and the sunlight was cut off from sight.

But in Hong Fan's perception, the world was still clear within ten steps.

Because every grain of sand manipulated by the sand world is always giving feedback to the owner.

"From the beginning of the conception, to the completion of the design, to the realization today, it took two ......"

Hong Fan sighed softly, drew his knife and slashed, cutting a fallen leaf that was caught in the wind and sand on his side into two pieces.

"This trick 'sand fog', I finally succeeded."

Clearing the sand mist, he returned his knife to its sheath and summoned a cloud of gravel into the palm of his hand.

With a push of the backhand, the gravel turned into three spikes, which crossed a distance of five meters like lightning and nailed an inch into the trunk of the tree.

This sand thorn is simpler than the sand fog, and Hong Fan has practiced it a month ago.

As for the Bentley on the side, his eyes were so dull that he even forgot to chew the grass in his mouth.

[If it is a life-and-death fight, it should not be a problem for me to beat three or four Jiang Youde now with one to many. 】

Hong Fan pondered as he restored the training ground to its original state.

[The Sand World is so powerful, it is no wonder that the Sand Star Monarch of the Innate Realm alone is enough to turn the tide of the battle in the Golden Sea. 】

PS: I can't get up from the alarm clock a few times today, but it's Saturday......

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