According to the ritual, it was time for Hong Jian's coffin to be buried in the ground.

The coffin was pushed into the tomb and placed on the funeral goods selected by the Hong Chen family.

Hong Fan and Hong Sheng stepped forward to seal the soil.

Hong Ming twisted the candles with his fingers and brushed the yellow paper to make them burn.

Everyone divided three sticks of incense and respectfully performed three salutes.

At this time, it suddenly began to rain.

At first it was just sporadic raindrops, but then it became dramatically heavier.

Riding the wind and bathing in the forest, it is like a scoop.

The people's clothes were soon soaking wet.

But the fire in front of the grave was helped by a few flames sent from the air, but it burned even more fiercely.

The rain was so heavy that the traverser rummaged through the inherited memories, and there was no comparison in Gimhae.

Hong Fan listened to the sound of water droplets lapping on the branches, leaves, and land, and couldn't help but recall several meetings with Hong Jian.

The first time is the Victory Festival, a congratulatory message of "not giving up the original intention, but comforting life".

The second time is after the first battle on the sea, the deep and fragrant medicinal fragrance in the Xiongguang Temple.

Thoughts drifted away, and more fragmentary images came flooding up.

On the bumpy carriage, the lights are reflected in the pupils.

After the bloody battle, the city wall of Jinhai pressed his hand on Hong Bo's shoulder.

The residual heat on the forearm in the glazed glass on the ground......

Hong Fan stretched out his hand and wiped his face, not knowing if he was crying.

The rain gradually stopped.

Come quickly, go fast.

The same goes for memories.

The voice of the deceased in my mind is like rain in my hands.

It descends abruptly, and overflows in a short time.

However, as soon as the rain stopped, everything that was still full of fingers and palms just now leaked out in an instant.

The wind and rain exhausted the clouds of Taishan, revealing the sunset on the west slope.

Daylight is good.

But its heat belongs to the living, and after all, it can't warm the bones in the coffin and the heroic soul in the wind.

After the funeral, everyone went down the mountain.

"Hong Sheng!"

Hong Fan walked silently on the winding mountain path and suddenly called.

"Half a lifetime of accumulation, obviously the peak is imminent, but I can't do my best......"

"Do you think he'll regret it?"

When Hong Sheng heard this, he didn't need to ask to know who his brother was talking about.

"He may regret this person, but for as long as I can remember, I have never regretted it."

At this time, the remnant sun fell on the shoulder of the mountain.

The sunset stained half of the sky.

Like a blazing fire, like a red flag roll.

Hong Fan looked at the crimson in the sky, and finally released his sorrow.

"Yes, a person like him has no regrets!"

"But what more do I do?"

As he spoke, he was relaxed, and laughed out loud regardless of the attention.

At this moment, the Yanliu True Qi traveled at high speed, digested the harvest of the Great War, and opened up the third strange vein.

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The fifth day of April.

The handle of the Big Dipper points southeast.

Spring is the end of summer, it is called the beginning of summer.

More than ten days have passed, and the affairs of Jinhai have already achieved some results.

The imperial court removed the Li family's hereditary title of Auxiliary Captain.

As for the three surviving masterminds in the clan - Li Shenji, Li Licheng, and Li Chengwang - they were all escorted to Shenjing, and it was not surprising that it was a decisive end.

Shi Yuanwei and the four of them received a total of more than 1,000 taels of congratulations from each family in Jinhai, and Liao Zhenghao sent them out of the city for ten miles, and returned to Xijing safely.

As for the enmity between them, it has long since vanished with the shattered arms.

In the afternoon, the warm summer breeze makes people drowsy.

Hong Fan rode the Jiao Tai Tiger Eater to the gate of the Zhangwu Courtyard and handed the reins to Menzi.

Gongsun Shi's right arm was still caught in the plank, but he still greeted him in the front hall.

Until a dozen days ago, Hong Fan did not have this card.

But now Hong Jian and Li Heming are dead.

Today's Jinhai has temporarily lost the Qi Realm martial arts, and the highest force is the sympathy between heaven and man.

Although Hong Fan's cultivation is still a little behind, he is in the sand world, and his combat power is far beyond the ordinary realm.

Facing him, Liao Zhenghao, who had a broken arm, or Ge Tianwolf, the head of the Vortex Sect who was over seventy years old, thought that he was no longer sure of victory.

Hong Fan exchanged two words with Gongsun Shi and sat down in the reception room.

The purpose of his coming here was already known to the latter, which was to learn more about Dahua's top martial arts and find a suitable path for himself.

And cultivating martial arts elites is one of the responsibilities of the military supervisor of the Zhangwu Academy.

"There are only ten methods that can break through the gates of heaven in Dahua, which are the so-called 'Ten Classics'."

Gongsun Shi said.

"If you can choose to practice, it is naturally the best way out for a martial artist."

"But not everyone is qualified to take this path."

"Among the ten classics, four of them belong to the four major families, namely Xiao's "Zixiao Hualong Sutra", Yi's "Void Thunder Sutra", Hou's "Three Realms Throughout the Zhao Sutra", and Feng's "Tiangang Divine Wind Sutra".

"These four scriptures are only passed on to their own clan, and outsiders cannot touch them."

Hong Fan bowed.

The Xiao family is a royal family, and the other three are the royal families of Langya, Hejian, and Huaiyang.

These four surnamed children are all frequent visitors on the three lists, and they have never heard of examples of the spread of the exercises.

"Two of the other six classics are special."

Gongsun Shi continued.

"Master Huaizang was born in a small temple in Hezhou, and he admits that he is a martial saint with the "Prajna Sutra".

"This scripture can only be said to circulate all over the world, and every Buddhist temple is a must."

"In my early years, when I was proud of being extraordinary, I studied it several times, but no matter how I looked at it, it was just a sutra that spread the Dharma, and it seemed to have nothing to do with martial arts."

When he said this, he saw Hong Fan laughing helplessly, and knew that the other party had also read this scripture, so he didn't repeat it.

"The other one is the "Otogi Green Wolf Sutra".

Gongsun Shi continued.

"This scripture died before, and was accidentally discovered by the chief of our department."

"He still has no disciples, and he is the only descendant."

Hong Fan heard the meaning of the other party's words.

Guan Qimai is the current martial saint, and he is in charge of the martial arts academy, but he has not been passed on for decades, which shows the high vision.

To be his founding disciple, the difficulty is self-evident.

"Then there are only four scriptures left."

Hong Fan replied.

"Yes, the remaining four scriptures have created the four major martial arts sects of Dahua today."

Gongsun Shi nodded.

"The Heart Saint Sect's "Great Dream Unconscious Sutra", the Shura Sect's "Shura Fighting Sutra", the White Tiger Sect's "Western Tiger Sutra", and the Heavenly Sword Sect's "Tongtian Sword Sutra".

"These four martial arts are the only hope for ordinary people."

"Of course, an ordinary person like me can't do it either—the four major sects have very high requirements for their disciples."

"Martial arts talents are divided into three categories—physique, root bones, and comprehension—which determine the speed of a martial artist's cultivation, as well as the difference in combat power when practicing the same practice and the same exercises."

"Physique represents bones and muscles, determining strength, agility, endurance, coordination, resilience, and more."

"The root bone represents the meridians and dantian, determining the amount and purity of true qi and true yuan, as well as the upper limit of efficiency when mobilizing."

"Comprehension is relatively difficult to measure, which represents the comprehension and comprehension of the exercises, and the speed of absorbing combat experience."

"In addition, there are some more metaphysical parts of comprehension – such as cultivating visualization, which is easy for some people and difficult for others to find over and over again."

Gongsun Shi said and sighed.

He is not a native of Gimhae, but he was sent here as an official when he was in the prime of life, so he naturally understands the limitations of talent.

PS: Ask for tickets at the beginning of the month

(End of chapter)