The fourth day of March.

Night rises from east to west.

The afterglow of the setting sun is pressed into the sky and slowly burns out.

On the continuous houses of Gimhae City, the lights were lit until they became a gentle bright yellow.

Today's feast was invited by Zheng Zhun and hosted by Hong Jian.

At the beginning of the day (seven o'clock in the evening), the Li family's carriage arrived at the gate of Hongfu.

Qiude has been waiting here for a long time.

Seeing Li Heming get out of the car, he saluted respectfully, bent down and stretched out his hand to ask.

Hong Li's second surname is a world friend, and Li Heming of Hongfu has not known how many times he has been here since he was a child.

Meals have always been the most special moment in the house.

Smoke curls in the courtyards, chickens and dogs bark far and near, and occasionally mixed with the shouts of mothers calling their children home for dinner, showing a vibrant dynamic.

Seeking virtue leads the way, hearing and seeing all this, and unconsciously smiling on his face.

But Li Heming followed behind him, and his steps gradually became heavier, as if he was carrying mountains and rivers on his back.

The two did not talk and walked in silence.

Li Heming noticed something unusual.

The road to lead the way is not to Myeongseondo Hall or Xiongguang Temple, but to the northwest of Hongfu.

He just came to this place a few days ago, and it was a martial arts arena.

"Qiude, is your master planning to hold an open-air banquet this time?"

Li Heming asked with a smile.

"That's the way it goes."

Qiu De half-turned his face and walked back.

"This is still the first mention of the city guard, saying that it is the meaning of 'taking the earth as the seat and the sky as the cover', even if the Jinhai Li family goes to Huaiyang Kingdom in the future, we are still under one roof, and we are still a family."

"Ah, Lord Zheng has a heart......

Hearing this, Li Heming's footsteps paused slightly, but he was in a slight trance.

There is an end to the road.

As soon as the steps have passed, the martial arts arena at the end will naturally fall in front of you.

Li Heming walked into the room.

The vast rammed earth field was empty, and a large round table was placed in the middle, with six torches standing on the side.

There were six people sitting at the round table, namely Zheng Zhun, Hong Jian, Gongsun Shi, Chi Chaiyuan, Cui Jiayan, and Hong Fan.

One congenital, three heavenly and human sympathetic.

It doesn't match the list of people who went to the banquet on the invitation.

At the same time, Hong Fan also saw someone coming.

It is still black hairpin, long beard hanging, wearing black clothes and wide robes.

Its people flutter like flying cranes in deep pools, bright like white horses in the empty valley, and have the posture of immortals.

This is the fifth time that Hong Fan has seen the head of the Li family.

The only difference from the previous four times was that he had an extra sword at his waist - when the Li family's martial artists reached the state of chaos, they usually no longer used weapons.

When Hong Fan looked at the comer, the other party was also looking at him.

After looking at each other for a moment, Li Heming took the lead in turning his gaze away and looked at Hong Jian.

"Today's feast is interesting."

He said, and walked to the middle of the field, and saw that there was no wine or food on the table, only a pot of water and six cups.

The cup was filled with boiled water, and no one had drunk it.

"Are you waiting for me to open your seat?"

Li Heming quipped, with an armor-like arrogance on his face.

Seeing him approaching, all six of them stood up.

Li Heming stopped.

"What else is Tsuru pretending to be?"

Hong Fan was the first to laugh.

"People from the back clan, can they still have a good feast to eat in the Hong family?"

When Li Heming heard this, his smile suddenly disappeared, and he was silent.

The invitation was signed by Zheng Zhun, and the military supervisor of the Zhangwu Academy was also present.

It's all in plain sight.

After a few hard breaths, he nodded his head a few times, and his whole body relaxed.

"Crane Gong, you just admit it?!"

Seeing this, Cui Jiayan slapped the table and asked loudly.

"Gong He, do such a rebellious thing, are you worthy of the ancestors of Jinhai and the ancestors of the Li family?"

It was also after arriving today that he and Chi Chaiyuan had just learned the specific situation from Hong Fan and others.

And before Li Heming admitted it, Cui Jiayan was skeptical.

"Brother Jiayan, Li did this for the sake of the Li family."

Li Heming replied indifferently, there was no anger in his words, only his face was as cold as iron.

"The gap between Haoqiang and the family can only be filled with martial arts of the second rank and above."

"You have to understand Niu Dian, my Jinhai Li family will no longer be a frontier surname, but will be famous all over the world."

He held one hand behind his back, the other holding the hilt of his sword, and his tone was solemn, like a sacrifice.

Cui Jiayan's lips moved, and he couldn't speak.

Only the fingers on the desktop kept shaking.

"Brother Li, is it just for the family?"

Hong Jian asked.

"If the Li family has profits, I will naturally benefit too."

Li Heming rolled his Adam's apple and replied.

Since the two of them took over as the head of the family, he has never heard the title of "world brother" from Hong Jian's mouth.

"The family and I are one."

Then, he saw the undisguised disgust on the faces of the people opposite.

"Oh, why are you acting so coy?"

Li Heming shouted in a deep voice, clutching the hilt of the sword with his left hand.

"The first and second class families of Jinhai, the He family has no house slaves? There are no lives in the He family? ”

"If you have the opportunity to get the first and second grade exercises, will you spare the lives of others?!"

His eyes were like a sword, skipping Hong Jian, and successively forced Chi Chaiyuan, Cui Jiayan and others.

Unfortunately, no one looked away.

"Li Heming, it's not one person or two people that you have to sacrifice this time!"

Gongsun Shi scolded angrily.

"You're going to sacrifice the entire Jinhai City for your family and your family!"

"Looking back fifty or a hundred years, how many ancestors of the Li family threw their heads and spilled their blood, and saved this city from the hands of the snake people again and again......"

"In the future, you will go down to Jiuquan, how to meet them?!"

Gongsun Shi suddenly grabbed the teacup in front of him and threw it.

The porcelain cup was shattered by an air sword before slamming into the upper door.

And the tea that had already been cold splashed Li Heming's face.

He hung his head slightly, letting the water drip down his jaw without wiping it.

"I'll make it up."

Li Heming replied softly.

"I know very well the plan of the Heaven Turning Society."

"All they contacted was the private army of a silver-scaled god son, and at most they could break a few border cities."

He patiently explained.

"Just a few border cities?!"

This time, Zheng Zhun gritted his teeth and asked rhetorically.

"That's hundreds of thousands! We ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden reprimand.

"I said I'll make it up!"

Li He roared, and the green tendons on his neck swelled.

"Don't you understand?!"

"With my talent, my qualifications, and my dedication to martial arts......"

"In the future, if I understand Niu Dian, I will definitely be able to achieve Yuan Magnetism; No, it's the achievement of celestials! ”

His voice grew louder and louder, echoing in the empty arena.

It seems that he is cutting his heart and lungs, proving something to the heavens, earth, ghosts and gods.

"When the time comes, I will go to Northern Xinjiang, go to the South China Sea, return to Xiliang, and go to Shengzhou......"

"I will kill all the aliens I see and atone for the sins of the people of Jinhai!"

Li Heming depicts his imaginary future, his face flushed and his pupils dilated, as if everything was close at hand.

Then, his vision was shattered by Hong Beom's contemptuous laughter.

"Hong family child, don't you believe I can do it?!"

Li Heming asked angrily, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he couldn't wear a self-respecting mask anymore.

"To do what?"

Hong Fan smiled and asked rhetorically

"Collusion with traitors, interracial connection, sacrifice of hometown, in exchange for martial arts?"

He spat out word by word, like a lance stabbing at him.

"And then on the ruins of the Golden Sea, put a stick of incense on the souls of us?"

Hong Fan couldn't help but laugh.

"In vain."

"It's just the boring struggle of people living in the past!"

When Li Heming heard this, the blood on his face suddenly faded, leaving only a miserable whiteness.

There was a brief silence.

He had nothing to say.

Guy facts are always eloquent words that speak louder.

(End of chapter)