The wind came in through the window and blew the curtains.

"It's a believer."

Hong Fan said with a smile.

Behind him, the steward of Mingyue Building squeezed to the door with courage and secretly waved inside.

Eight singers and four musicians hurriedly left the table and bypassed Hong Fan and left the house.

The view in the suite is much more open.

Hong Fan stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes swept wide, and he immediately identified the target - a man on the right side of the round table, deliberately shrinking his head.

A black mole with a round face, exactly as in the portrait.

"Today's events, everyone must know the reason, so don't waste time with each other."

Hong Fan Lang said.

"Wang Mincai, come over by yourself."

"Who are you, full of gibberish?"

The round-faced man forced a rhetorical question and answered his identity directly.

"When you see this dress, you ask me who I am?"

Hong Fan sneered.

"A certain Liangzhou Tiqi, your business is committed!"

He snapped his voice.

The voice came out, and in an instant, it suppressed the noise in most of the boxes on both sides of the corridor.

The few people who were crowded outside were so enthusiastic that they couldn't help but clench their fists.

"Take him."

Hong Fan gestured.

When Zhan Yuanzi heard this, he stepped forward and prepared to take someone.

The wind started at this time.

The silver light flipped over.

But a young man sitting on the side of the table took advantage of Zhan Yuanzi passing by and shot a silver chopstick at his chest, which was dodged by Tianxin's induction.

The sword was immediately unsheathed.

The newly sharpened edge is pressed diagonally on the side of the boy's neck.

"You want to resist the law?"

Zhan Yuanzi asked in a cold voice.

"Little red-clothed officer, talk to me about the Fa?"

The boy laughed.

He held another silver chopstick in his right hand, and used his high-level brute force to get up fiercely against the blade of the sword.

Scarlet is a thread.

The blade of the sword is adorned with a bead of blood.

Zhan Yuanzi didn't want to kill people in the end, so he was forced to retract.

"Is this just a resistance to the law? Why don't you dare to do it? ”

The boy laughed at this.

"My son really thinks you are bold!"

He looked directly at Zhan Yuanzi and used silver chopsticks to pull the sword away.

"A certain is the son of the Xijing Lin family, whose name is ......"

Before he finished speaking, the floor slab was shaken.

The young man turned his head suddenly, and saw the leader of the cavalry approaching, turning his shoulder and pushing an elbow.

It's too fast to dodge.

He instinctively raised his palm.

The crunch sound of "click".

Lin's chest was tight, and he was trying to stabilize his stand, but he felt his center of gravity tilted.

But it was Hong Fan who followed closely behind with a low kick that made him float in the air.

【So fast......】

The thought is still lingering.

Hong Fan turned around and reached out, grabbed the door in front of this person with his right palm, and smashed it on the table.

People hit wood, dishes shatter, metal shook, liquid splashed......

Infinite sounds burst out mixed and flowed out.

Then, the force passed through the table legs to the floor, shaking the beams.

The people were unsteady under their feet.

The housekeeper, the steward and others even had the illusion that Mingyuelou was going to be unable to bear it.

The soft force is dissolved by the timber structure layer by layer.

Lin's mind was dizzy for a moment, and he immediately came back to his senses.

In the first moment, humiliation and anger came to his mind.

Then there is the fear that the other party does not dare to make a heavy hand.

As soon as he bit his teeth, he wanted to get up, and saw a hand grab the silver chopsticks that had not fallen in mid-air and slammed them down.

Click.

The silver chopsticks stick to Lin's left eye and penetrate the pear wood tabletop.

The room was silent.

Only the humming sound of high-frequency vibrations lingered.

"You're young, give it a chance."

"In the future, you must know what is good ...... bad"

The boy heard a faint lesson.

The arrogance of the family suddenly burned up like a flame.

"You ......"

Just as the scolding was stuck in his throat, the sharp pain in his left arm and palm was too late.

Lin Shizi looked down and saw that his palm was burned by the high temperature, and his forearm was swollen to reddish-purple, obviously fractured.

After being afraid of the tide, it blocked the throat.

He didn't dare to move again.

At this time, there was another sound on the left side of the round table.

Hong Fan slammed out a fire cloud palm, intercepting another family member who got up and wanted to go to the wallside cabinet to get a sword.

The gas exploded with a bang.

Everyone's faces burned.

Seven or eight meters away, the velvet curtain that separates the suite was burning, and the steward's heart was dripping blood.

"Ruyi."

Hong Fan called.

"Yes."

Wu Ruyi responded, and a burst of ice wind was struck, extinguishing the flames in the air.

I couldn't even hear the sound of breathing in the room for a while.

Hong Fan straightened up and looked at Wang Mincai.

Wang Mincai looked at the head of the banquet.

"Brother Yongchang is young and vigorous, and he was impulsive just now."

Liu Xingxian forcibly suppressed his displeasure and squeezed out a smile.

"But Hong Shaoxia, is this really coming?"

He had always looked down on Ti Qi.

Hong Fan is different.

After the flower tasting meeting, the news and deeds of this Jin Haixing Jun had already spread throughout the city.

Under the age of eighteen, he created his own killing method and defeated Bai Taiping, who was sympathetic to heaven and man, with one sword.

Eight words - not becoming a pride of the sky, better than the pride of the sky.

"Min is being made a game - the so-called murder has been going on for many years, just a fisherwoman, what's worth mentioning?"

Liu Xingxian explained.

"This game has nothing to do with Shaoxia, there is no need to force a bird."

"Why don't we each take a step back?"

"I'll ask Yongchang to make amends for you, and we will be friends in the future?"

He was kind enough to persuade.

Lin Yongchang, who was still lying on the table and didn't dare to move, looked at his head in disbelief when he heard this, and was glared at heavily.

Hong Fan didn't expect Liu Xingxian to say this at all.

The last time they met in front of Mingyue Tower, the other party didn't even bother to look at him.

"Thank you Liu Gongzi for your kindness."

Hong Fan smiled and pointed to his chest.

"Wearing this clothes, you can't be majestic when you have nothing to do, and hide when something happens, right?"

He looked at Liu Xingxian.

The latter's dark eyes are reflected in the moire of the silk suit.

"Hong Shaoxia's high wind and bright festival."

Liu Xingxian praised it, and his smile grew cold.

"But Min is the person who must be protected by my Liu family!"

Hong Fan didn't reply.

The sand world is really round.

There was a faint grinding sound in the room.

When everyone looked back, they saw a stream of sand gushing from under two huge pots of green plants in the corner of the house.

Potted plants are poured.

The golden sand is flying in the air, spreading in three dimensions.

Then it sparsely and slowly took over the entire space until it hovered to envelop everyone.

It's like a golden rain frozen in time.

The air is still clean.

Every grain of sand was as steady as a line of sergeants.

But everyone who wasn't in the sand felt suffocated and depressed.

Liu Xingxian's breathing became heavy, blowing the suspended grit from the veneer.

"If you go against my Liu family in Xijing, do you know the consequences?"

He rebuked in a deep voice.

Words do not respond.

Through the sand rain, Hong Fan strode towards Wang Mincai.

"How daring!"

Liu Xingxian shouted and got up suddenly.

"King Ming raises his arms ......"

True qi spewed out, condensing into two invisible arms one zhang long.

It is the stunt of Liu's "Thousand Arms Ming Wang Dian".

Hong Fan glanced at him, his footsteps did not stop, and he only clenched his fists.

Millions of suspended gravel suddenly gathered at Liu Xingxian's place, blocking his facial features and dragging him to the ground.

Wang Mincai was already frightened.

Lin Yongchang also forgot about the pain.

They fixed their expressions as they stared at the breathless and struggling figure under the sand, their expressions frozen.

Except for Shen Tiexin, this one is almost the most respected among the younger generation in Xijing.

On the other side, Hong Fan was also taken aback.

He didn't expect to win with one move, and he didn't expect Liu Xingxian to only have the cultivation of two or three veins.

Don't say that Bai Taiping is even far inferior to Jiang Wenbai.

And this person obviously has no real combat experience.

For more than a year, it was the first time that Hong Fan had seen a warrior who would shout the name of a move when he made a move.

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Wang Min is a pure martial artist.

But since Liu Xingxian's fall, he has lost all will to resist.

Stunned in place, he was lifted by Hong Fan like a chicken, and cut off his qi veins casually.

and then threw it to Zhan Yuanzi.

"It's over."

Hong Fan said, turning around and walking towards the main entrance.

Behind him, Liu Xingxian's struggle gradually weakened.

Lin Yongchang half-propped up, watched all this, and swallowed his saliva.

A chilling sense of fear and an inscrutable sense of excitement rise from the bottom of my heart at the same time.

[Brother Liu Shi is going to die......]

He opened his mouth to warn him, but in the end he stopped his mouth in a ghostly way.

But the sand eventually dispersed.

Liu Xingxian lay in the golden ground, panting heavily, his eyes out of focus—as if the feeling of six closed and near-death had not faded.

"Brother Shi, how are you?"

Lin Yongchang rushed forward and helped Liu Xingxian up before the others.

"Do you want me to call someone......

He whispered.

Hong Fan stopped abruptly and looked back.

Eating this glance, Liu Xingxian and Lin Yongchang both shook and turned their eyes away in fear.

"Huh."

Hong Fan couldn't help but smile at all.

He originally thought that the golden sea was very shallow and the Xijing was very high.

However, these people in front of them are from the major high gates of Xijing, and they must be called ancestors and have the surname of Jiao Bicha, and they seem to have cultivated martial arts, used pills, and cultivated with great strength, but they don't understand martial arts at all, and they are not worthy of being called martial artists.

Thinking like this, Hong Fan's originally tense mind suddenly relaxed.

He turned, took a silver ingot, and placed it on the table.

"You broke my arm, and you thought about it with this little money?"

Lin Yongchang glanced at the ingot of five taels of silver, and shouted in a low voice.

"If you can't do it, there are a lot of dramas."

Hong Fan sneered, ignored him, and turned his head to look at the manager of Mingyue Tower, who was cowering outside the door and sweating profusely.

"I see that your table and curtain are quite high-grade, and this silver is considered compensation."

The steward smiled more ugly than crying.

A good pear blossom wood table was poked into a hole, and the loss was more than five taels?

It's just that he thinks like this, how dare he say that?

Hong Fan saw the other party's thoughts.

"It's a tolerance today, and the loss can't be all mine."

He then added.

"If you Mingyue Lou don't think it's enough, please go to the Zhangwu Academy to find our admiral."

He said as he walked out the door and strode away.

And the steward on the side didn't know whether he heard it clearly, so he was busy and bowed down.

It's like sending God.

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Two days later.

September 21, noon.

Xijing Zhangwuin.

The autumn wind is bleak, sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard more and more.

Wu Hongyan sat under the ya, her brows furrowed.

Her mind was chaotic, and the more she thought about it, the more chaotic it became.

So much so that I couldn't even write the mission report the day before yesterday, and my ears were full of speculation and rumors that I had heard in the past two days.

and sat for a quarter of an hour.

Wu Hongyan sighed, put down her pen, and got up and went out worriedly.

Wearing out of the Pig Hall, she went to Asahi Mansion.

The pink color with a thin jacket was used to guide the visitor to the study.

On the table is freshly brewed apricot pear tea.

Dehydrate the lungs.

Behind the table is Hong Fan.

Dressed in a scribe's uniform with a square heart and a curved collar, his eyebrows are as cheerful as ever.

Wu Hongyan saw his subordinates, but her chaotic mind was set on three points.

After drinking tea, a few words of greeting.

She confirmed that there was no one around, and finally asked for her intention - if Liu Xingxian was moved, would there be any consequences?

Hong Fan was not surprised by this.

He knows that his business is meticulous and strong.

If she didn't have any worries about Wang Mincai's case, how could Wu Hongya raise her daughter to be as innocent as she is today?

"What happened a few days ago, as far as I think, doesn't matter much."

Hong Fan didn't sell Guan Zi, and said bluntly.

"Of course, the Xijing family is intertwined, and there will be some marginal reactions - for example, in the past two days, two high-ranking disciples have come to the door to fight with me—but it will be generally fine."

Wu Hongyan listened to this judgment, and most of her eyebrows were immediately relieved.

"Why?"

But she still asked.

"Because I don't think we want to take sides."

Hong Fan replied.

"As long as the Admiral doesn't take the initiative to get off, it is impossible for the two parties on the field to take the initiative to offend him."

"Take a step back, even if the family wants to retaliate, they should rush at the hand holding the knife, not at the knife."

"If the dignified state guard is only angry with us, the 'people below', it is a sign of weakness - this shows that in the system of rules, he has nothing to do."

Wu Hongyan thought for a moment and nodded heavily, holding her arms in her arms.

Hong Fanton had a sense of nowhere to look, so he had to bow his head and pour tea.

"But what if the Admiral is going to end up?"

Wu Hongyan asked again.

"I see that everyone outside is saying that the Admiral sent us to support the Governor this time - after all, my subordinates are one, and Duke Jin came by the emperor's order, so it is natural for the state ministry to help him?"

"I guess this is the wind from Jin Ziming's side."

Hong Fan said with a smile.

"The matter of tax rights is very complicated, and there are bound to be many details of interest entanglement."

"But some things are clear from the roots."

He took a sip of apricot pear tea.

"I'll talk about it far away first—are there a lot of rumors that there are many contradictions between the Zhangwu Academy, or the mountain chief, and the clan?"

"This should be chasing after the wind, right?"

Wu Hongyan hesitated.

"I'm afraid not."

Hong Fan lowered his voice.

"Can the emperor be changed?"

"Of course not!"

Wu Hongyan was startled and instinctively looked at the window and doorway.

"Yes, the emperor is a lifelong system, but fortunately, the current saint is young and strong, wise and martial."

Hong Fan said in a relaxed tone that he was "rebellious".

"Then the question is, can the mountain chief be changed?"

Wu Hongyan was stunned.

She hadn't really thought about it.

"Although the head of the Zhangwu Academy is listed as a good product, in the final analysis, he is still a courtier."

Wu Hongyan analyzed.

"But the mountain chief is a martial saint, and the official position can be changed, how can the cultivation of the martial saint be changed?"

"Without the mountain chief, who can suppress the Kyushu Prefecture?"

She said, her heart feeling a little empty.

"That's right."

Hong Fan nodded on the table.

"There is already an emperor in the world, and now there is a mountain chief."

"Both are tenured?"

He laughed.

"It doesn't seem right......

Wu Hongyan had some tooth soreness.

"There's something even more wrong."

Hong Fan said with a smile.

"Is there a long life in the mountains today?"

Wu Hongyan was stunned.

Who can compete with the Martial Saint?

"Maybe they're on good terms?"

Wu Hongyan said with difficulty and licked her lips.

"It's hard."

Hong Fan shook his head.

"At the extreme, a lot of ideas come to the same place – it's not about whether it's happening, it's about whether it's possible."

"I've said it's far, now I'm talking about it."

He abruptly changed the subject.

"The Admiral has been in Xijing for eight years, did he have any conflicts with these families before?"

"Nope."

Wu Hongyan said categorically.

"The Liu family and the Shen family treat him very politely, and they have always been VIPs among VIPs."

"That's right, the heavenly machine is cross-sectional, but it's the Grandmaster of the Earth Rank!"

Hong Fan knocked on the table again.

"Liu Xingxian is pampered and can't do martial arts, but even he knew two days ago that he was going to sell me face, can his Uncle Lao Tzu not understand this truth?"

"No matter how ruthless heaven and man are, he is also a human being, and he also has relatives and relatives."

"The governor has just arrived, and the empty words are going to make the admiral break off the friendship for many years, how easy is it to say?"

"Even if the Admiral is out and completes the 'envy and return to the public' thing, how much credit can he share?"

Hong Fan asked rhetorically.

Wu Hongyan chewed silently for a long time, only to feel that her thoughts were much clearer all of a sudden.

(End of chapter)