"It's a common meaning in the clan."

Hong Pan's words sounded.

"As long as you have the need, whether it is ten, twenty, or thirty people from Zhu Yiqi, who to deal with and what to do, it is all up to you to decide."

"Except for your Uncle Wei who was still in the Shakou Guard Center at the time, the remaining six of us all signed and agreed."

When Hong Fan heard this, he suddenly felt that the tissue paper in his hand weighed a thousand catties.

For him now, a single Penetrating Realm martial artist is not worth mentioning.

But to expand this number to tens of times, and to be well-armed and trained, the meaning is completely different.

Taking the thirty Zhu Yiqi as an example, if there is an intelligence advantage, under the command of Hong Fan, there is a high probability that the encirclement and killing of a low-level innate master will not miss.

Such authority can be said to exceed that of the head of the family in the general sense.

Zhu Yiqi has two leaders, Hong Sheng is the main and Hong Ming is the deputy.

Even Hong Wu couldn't ignore these two people and mobilize half of his manpower to do things for him in one sentence.

Because of this, Hong Fan rarely hesitated.

"Uncle Pan, this is a bit of a gamble......

He put down the letter and looked at Hong Pan.

However, the other party's gaze was more determined than his.

"It's my Jin Haihong clan's clan who shipped it, how can I say it's a bet?"

Hong Pan is colorful.

"Brother Fan, although you are young, you have the right idea than anyone else."

"It's not just cultivation, even in terms of knowing people and doing things, the uncles and uncles in the clan are not qualified to guide you."

"So we are relieved to give you this burden."

He said it earnestly.

Hong Fan finally nodded, and the flames in his hands were churning, burning the letter to ashes.

"After the above three major events, there are two things that you decided after coming to Xijing."

Hong Pan continued.

"The first thing is about Brother Sheng'er inheriting the title of the patriarch and the captain of the town."

"Your Uncle Wu is forty-five this year, and his martial arts cultivation has been stuck for nine years, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go up again."

"So according to his meaning, once Brother Sheng breaks through the realm of sympathy between heaven and man, he will open a clan ancestral hall and give up the position of patriarch."

When Hong Fan heard this, he had no objections.

In terms of contribution to the family, he far surpassed Hong Sheng; With a life star in his body, his descendants are not important.

It's just that Hong Fan can't take the position of patriarch.

Because he didn't want to live in Jinhai for a long time.

The head of a clan represents power and honor, but at the same time, he must also assume the responsibility of standing and exercising decisions.

There is no point in appointing a patriarch who is not in the clan all the year round and cannot find anyone when needed.

"In addition, the will of Shenjing in June was delivered, and in addition to the honor, some gold and silver silk silks were also given, or there may be follow-ups."

Hong Pan said again.

"In the first battle at the beginning of the year, the contribution of the clan was shared by the whole city, and the snake general who was promoted to the sixth sacrifice was also killed by the patriarch."

"With this foundation, your Uncle Wu and they want to make some way to see if it is possible to raise the title by a ......"

It's actually a trifle.

The lieutenant of Zhenguo is 400 stone a year, and the general Fengguo at the next level is only 600 stone a year.

The annual service gap of one hundred taels is a drop in the bucket for the Hong family, and some honor is not worth mentioning - the level of the Dahua family is based on martial arts in the final analysis.

But a long-buried doubt in Hong Fan's heart rose again.

What is the attitude of the ancestral dragon towards the battle between the alien race and the human race?

Protecting the land and the people, garrisoning the real border, dispatching the strong, and post-war pensions......

From the perspective of Hong Fan's traverser, the Dahua court seems to be a lot worse in all of the above aspects.

He didn't mention this stubble to Hong Pan.

Dahua has been in the past three hundred years, and since it has come all the way like this, there is no need for a person who is in a state of confusion to worry about the sky.

After saying a few important things, Hong Pan's face became relaxed.

He picked up the teacup, took the first sip of tea, and then talked about the rest of the trivial arrangements.

"There are ten other people who came back with me this time, specially sent by the clan, and they are still on my side."

"The leaders are two through, Shen Hong of the third team of Zhu Yiqi, and Hong Jie of the first team."

"The two of them each brought four old pawns from the family, all of whom had seen blood with the snake people on the battlefield."

Hong Fan was slightly surprised.

Shen Hongyuan was his teammate, and he had been on Hongduo Mountain together, and his friendship was deep.

Hong Jie is a partial brother, and he joined the team in the same period as Hong Fan, and he was deeply impressed by the three arrows and three hits at that time.

"What did they send them for? Protect me? ”

Hong Fan asked with a smile.

"To say that it is not enough to protect you."

Hong Pan also smiled.

"But it's no problem to stay in this Asahi Mansion to expel Xiao Xiao and protect your aunt's family......"

The two talked and laughed for a while, and drank a whole pot of tea.

The hour was close to noon, and Hong Fan got up and sent Hong Pan out of the study.

The courtyard is deep, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.

The sun shines on the flowers, and the delicate flowers make shadows.

There was no one around.

The two had just come down the steps side by side, but Hong Pan took a few steps and knelt down on one knee reflexively.

This is the etiquette of a single pair of patriarchs in the clan.

Hong Fan has been in Dahua for more than a year, and he has only seen him when Hong Jian gave military orders.

"Uncle Pan, what is this for?"

Hong Fan frowned and stepped forward to help.

However, Hong Pan sank still, only clenching his fists with both hands.

"I was ordered to come today, and there is already too much chatter, but there is one more sentence that I have to mention!"

He said solemnly.

Hong Fan didn't help again, took a step back and listened sideways.

"Brother Fan, not only me, but other uncles who are far away in Jinhai also know that you have a gap in your chest and ambitions."

Hong Pan said word by word, looking directly into his nephew's eyes.

"But at all times and in all places, please put your personal safety first......"

"You must know that your body, in the Jinhai Hong clan, has half the weight of the wall!"

When Hong Fan heard this, he was silent for a long time, and bowed his head heavily.

"I see."

He replied and received the salute.

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In the evening, Hong Fan held a banquet in the Asahi Mansion.

On the one hand, it is to catch the wind for Shen Hong and Hong Jie, and on the other hand, it is also to introduce them to Zhan Yuanzi and Bai Jiaci.

Unlike in the past, this time the dish was called from Xingshengtang, and Aunt Liu couldn't resist Hong Fan, so she also entered the table.

Shen Hong still has a bald head, and he is still bold, and he chats with Zhan Yuanzi quite speculatively.

On the contrary, Hong Jie was a little restrained and couldn't treat Hong Fan as a peer.

After being full of wine and food, Xijing City has been caged under the moon.

Hong Fan sent him back to Hong Pan and returned to the martial arts arena to practice sand control for an hour.

After taking a shower from the well, he returned to the house along the side garden, but saw a man sitting alone in the pavilion, sprinkling fish food into the pool.

"Jiaci, why do you have such leisure today?"

Hong Fan called and walked into the pavilion.

A thousand reds in the water suddenly dissipated.

"Actually, there is no leisure, but there are some things that I haven't figured out yet."

Bai Jiaci shook his head and said.

Hong Fan sat down in the pavilion.

After a moment of silence, the koi fish converge on the surface of the water and compete for the last remaining food.

"Today at three o'clock in the afternoon, I went to Mingyue Tower and met the little lady of Hongli."

Bai Jiaci said suddenly.

"A small quiet room, a table of snacks, and a pot of pear blossom white new wine, it only takes one hour in total."

"I also picked up the cheapest time of the day to go, and it still cost six taels of silver."

As he spoke, his smile widened for a moment, then quickly faded again.

"Look at you like this, are you talking badly?"

Hong Fan asked.

"It was supposed to be good."

Bai Jiaci replied.

"It's just that I couldn't help but ask the last question again."

"You mean, why does she want to be an Oiran?"

Hong Fan came back to his senses and said.

"Yes."

Bai Jiaci nodded and looked at Hong Fan.

"I only learned today that the three flower singers on the day of the begging festival were still virgins - because ordinary singers sell beauty, and Oiran sells elegance."

"No wonder she wants to be an Oiran."

Hong Fan said suddenly.

"Yes, when you become an oiran, you don't have to pick up customers at will."

Bai Jiaci's voice was quiet.

"But there are thousands of daughters in a few fireworks alleys in Xijing."

"Everyone wants to be an Oiran, but there is only one ...... a year"

At this point, he turned his head and sneered.

seems to be laughing at Hongli, and seems to be laughing at others.

The laughter was diffuse, and the garden was even quieter.

"Hong Fan, how many years have you been practicing martial arts?"

Bai Jiaci asked suddenly.

"It's been almost four years."

Hong Fan Hui.

"I've had it for six years."

Bai Jiaci lowered his head.

"In the past, I only practiced in the Greyhound Gate, and I didn't want to do anything."

"But lately, I've often had a thought on my mind - why do I want to practice martial arts?"

Hong Fan did not speak again.

He could hear that Bai Jiaci didn't need an answer from others.

The wind slipped through his fingertips, slightly cold.

The two of them sat silently.

until the fish are gone.

Until the middle of the moon in the sky.

Until there was a clanging sound in the garden, like waves in the night.

"It's autumn."

Bai Jiaci said softly.

Hong Fan got up and looked back, and when he fell into the spot, he saw the endless summer that had bloomed all over the garden and seemed to be going on forever.

Fang Yuan is immersed in the moon at this time.

Summer flowers shed blue and blue tears, marrying into the west wind.

PS: There is only one chapter today.

Bai Jiaci is a microcosm of the Great Chinese martial arts, and he is written with some pen and ink in order to make some expressions.

But the second half of the chapter is too unwritten after all, I pondered it for a long time, and in the end it was not deleted.

In addition, when it was put on the shelves, it was ordered for the first time 508, and today it has been ordered for more than 3,000.

It's a small milestone.

(End of chapter)