August 15, afternoon.

After two days of traveling, Hong Fan and the others finally crossed the desert and saw the outline of the city wall again.

Approaching the city, there are gradually pedestrians on the road.

Hong Fan looked from afar and saw that the city gate was bustling as usual.

Gimhae does not have a festival called Mid-Autumn Festival, so today is no different from the rest of August.

But the blood-soaked cavalry changed all that.

To the ears of the people inside the city, the noise outside the city gates was almost abruptly extinguished.

Inside the doorway, the people who were waiting for the random inspection of the City Defense Division looked forward curiously, but were driven to the side by the stern-faced city guards.

Then they saw eighteen tired knights entering the city, their armoured soldiers still stained with new blood.

Silence was like ink smearing in the water, and it quickly enveloped the city gates, which had just been vibrant.

This is the elite of the three families in Jinhai, and everyone in the city knows it.

But no one has seen them so embarrassed in a long time.

The team went up to Anning Avenue and dismounted from Hong Ming.

At this moment, Hong Fan suddenly felt a feeling.

On the spirit platform, the branches and leaves of the Dragon Soul Tree, which had always been stable, waved, and all turned in the same direction.

Following this inspiration, Hong Fan raised his head slightly, and vaguely saw two figures behind the third-floor window on the side of the street.

[Someone is watching. 】

His mind moved, and he was about to explore again, but he saw a figure flashing, and he immediately lost his senses.

From beginning to end, except for him, even Hong Ming was not aware of it in the team.

Soon, the team moved to the next intersection.

After the eighteen people were divided into three shares and simply surrendered, they were each disbanded and returned.

After returning home, he saved the horses, and Hong Ming first arranged for Lang Zhong for the injured brothers, and then took Hong Lie to report to the clan.

When Hong Fan returned to the courtyard, Aunt Liu, who was sitting in the courtyard, was overjoyed, and immediately took her purse to buy food.

The night passed.

Hong Fan slept until three o'clock in the morning, and did not go out of the courtyard after eating, but just meditated in the room.

He was waiting for the aftermath of things.

As a human being in two lives, Hong Fan has always been a character who plans to move later.

Xingjun's identity involves a wide range of things, and after being exposed, there will inevitably be an impact that cannot be calculated only based on what he has seen and heard in the archives.

Hong Fan wants to re-evaluate his position and value through the reactions of others.

Soon, the first feedback arrived.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Aunt Liu ran back to the yard with a box in her hand, and the first thing she did was to close the courtyard door.

"I begged the housekeeper to shoehorn it into me, saying that this was the interest on the money borrowed by the son last time."

She opened the box on the stone table, but inside it were twenty neat silver ingots.

"I asked why the interest rate was so high, but he blamed me for talking too much......"

Aunt Liu said softly, still a little confused - she didn't know anything about her son-in-law's mission experience and the specific injuries he suffered.

"Seeking virtue and seeking virtue, but dare to give up."

Hong Fan picked up a piece of silver and pinched it, showing a three-point smile.

"After so many years as a housekeeper, it's no wonder that this man is standing."

Contrary to his expectations, the fastest response among the hundreds of people in the Hongfu was actually a house slave.

After receiving the cashier, Hong Fan went back to the room to pick up the pen and wrote a letter to Wen Zhongguan, stating that he was injured and inconvenient to go out, and then talked about the matter of the sand world.

In this way, there will be no unnecessary worries about the prison of Kim Hae-ki.

August 16 passed in peace.

The next day, things in the desert finally fermented completely.

Not only the major families, but also the streets and alleys are also lively with two things.

The first is that the horse team of Hong Li Chi's three families suffered heavy losses among the pilots at sea, losing fifteen places at one time.

This was a shock to the entire Jinhai City, and the reputation of the "Fire Whisker King" Hong Ming, who was also responsible for the operation, was also greatly damaged.

The second thing is that the life star of the Sand Star King, "Sand World", stayed in Jinhai, and the heir chosen was a young son of the Hong family.

It's less informative, and the impact is more far-reaching.

Starting from a small place, in just one morning, the small courtyard at the corner of Hongfu received seven or eight waves of people from various rooms - all of them heard the news and wanted to make some friends for their younger generation.

This kind of bullshit thing, Hong Fantuo was injured and avoided it cleanly.

It's just that Aunt Liu chatted with some elders who had no contact with her for a few hours at the gate of the courtyard, and finally collected several baskets of vegetables, meat and eggs.

By the evening, she had already heard a rough outline of what her young master had experienced from different mouths, and her heart was more worried than happy, tossing and turning until dawn.

Aunt Liu, who can't read a word, doesn't know the special power of authority.

But as a Jinhai native, she knew that every battle with the snake people in the past ten years had the name of that old star monarch......

Separated by a wall, Hong Fan also had no sleep all night.

In his meridians, the Yanliu True Qi circulated and generated at an unprecedented speed, and finally condensed into the Shaoyin Heart Sutra, opening up the four major acupoints of "Tongli, Yinxuan, Shenmen, and Shaofu" one after another.

At the beginning of Yin Shi (three o'clock in the morning), Hong Fan opened the last "Shaochong" acupoint and completely penetrated the third canon.

But the dense clouds under the roots of the Dragon Soul Tree have not yet been exhausted.

When the sky was bright, the high-speed true qi finally slowed down, and stopped at the sixth acupuncture point of the large intestine meridian of the hand Yangming, "Partial Calendar".

At this point, the fourth canon has also broken in half.

In the early morning of August 18, smoke rose in the courtyard.

The two of them, who were tired for different reasons, had breakfast together, and then went back to their rooms to catch up on sleep.

I slept until I was woken up by the search for virtue.

"Young Master Fan, the patriarch is invited."

The butler bowed slightly and said.

This is something that Hong Fan has been waiting for for a long time.

The so-called "those who do not seek the overall situation cannot seek a domain", he needs to use this to determine some conjectures.

Walking through the corridor, Hong Fan came to Hong Jian's study.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the deep and fragrant fragrance of medicine, and the qi and blood in his body immediately reacted.

[This must be a martial arts resource that is much higher than the level of blood incense. 】

Hong Fan turned around the entrance and saw three people sitting at the tea table.

The old man on the left must be gray, sit upright, and hold a cup of tea like a ritual vessel.

The middle-aged man in the middle was dressed in a red robe, with a solemn face, and his eyes were as deep as a mountain.

The man on the right is of medium stature and relatively young, with a sword and halberd hidden in his eyebrows and eyes, and his power is the most significant.

The three Hong Fan all recognized that they were Hong Li, Hong Jian, and Hong Wu, and they were the three people with the highest strength and status in the mansion.

"I've seen the patriarch, my uncle, my uncle."

Hong Fan bowed his hand and sat down on the opposite side of the tea table with Hong Li's gesture.

This was the first time he had seen Hong Jian in private.

In the inherited memory, his mother died of illness early, and the eldest lady kept getting in the way, but his father never visited him.

How could the replaced Hong Fan not complain about this?

It's just that things are people, and the traverser turns all this into indifference.

In the quiet room, the fragrance of tea is entangled and mixed with the fragrance of medicine.

The first to speak was Hong Li.

"I asked Hong Ming and Hong Lie about the situation this time."

He picked up the teapot with two fingers and poured a cup of tea for Hong Fan.

"If it weren't for your courageous plan, I'm afraid few people would have come back alive."

"That's a big deal!"

Hong Li said, looking at the disciple with a lot of emotion in his eyes.

"I called you here today, firstly, to commend you, and secondly, to confirm something important."

As he spoke, his face became serious.

"Hong Ming said that you inherited the life star ......"

"This is no small matter!"