December 6th, noon.

The solar term is a little cold.

Xijing is located in the northwest, so the waste heat of the earth is exhausted, and it is the coldest time of the year.

The snow in Asahi Prefecture is very thick, and there are jagged ice edges under the eaves.

There is a charcoal stove burning in the side compartment.

The windows are left with seams to prevent fire from gas (carbon monoxide).

Under the command of Aunt Liu, Peach Red and Willow Green sorted out the New Year's goods to be brought back to Jinhai.

In the huge four-entry house, only people on the martial arts arena were frozen.

Zhan Yuanzi is rarely practicing swords.

Hong Fan went to the foundation of the Yanliu Gong to build the foundation boxing.

With every punch, there is steam.

Half an hour later, when he stopped, the snow on the rammed earth had evaporated.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you play such a basic boxing technique."

Zhan Yuanzi practiced stabbing the sword and guessed.

"Presumably because of the benefits of cultivation?"

"I can't hide it from you."

Hong Fan smiled lightly.

"Before facing Wang Jinglong, I opened up the fifth vein 'belt vein', and today, the sixth vein 'Chong pulse' has also broken through two percent."

"Speaking of which, the weather has been surprisingly cold these days, and there are ice streams on the Yao River, but I only feel that the whole body is naturally warm, and I don't even need the strength of the hot current."

He wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

"That's what makes Chong Pulse special."

Zhan Yuanzi replied.

"The chief of the Chong Pulse leads the twelve meridians of qi and blood, and is respected as the sea of blood; After I got through this vein, I no longer felt that there was a cold day in Xijing. ”

He shared his experience, but there was a dullness in his teammates' eyebrows.

"Cultivation is progressing, why are you still depressed?"

Zhan Yuanzi said with concern.

"It's nothing, I just don't think the speed of cultivation is as fast as before."

Hong Fan sighed lightly.

"In March last year, I entered the Penetrating Realm, and by the end of March this year, I had a clear three-vein cultivation."

"Now almost nine months have passed, and only two strange veins have been opened......"

He spoke worriedly.

Zhan Yuanzi opened his mouth slightly, and it took a long time before he answered.

"My Hong Da Shao, you are really full and hungry!"

"I opened the pulse four years ago."

"Now that four years have passed, the governor has only been connected by a third of the way, which makes me breathe a sigh of relief, at least the road ahead is not endless."

"You've been here for less than nine months, and you've passed the Yin Dimension Pulse and the Yang Dimension Pulse, and the Chong Pulse has also passed through two percent, so why are you not satisfied?"

He said with his hands on his hips, so angry that he couldn't practice the sword anymore.

Hong Fan didn't admit it.

"When I have a lot to do, I practice for three hours a day, and when I have a lot of things, I practice from morning to night."

"You practice the sword once every three days, and once every seven days, and you can only paint every day......

"How can we compare our progress?"

He retorted.

When Zhan Yuanzi heard this, his face calmed down.

"It's true that I love to draw, but I'm not lazy in practicing martial arts."

"Martial artists practice martial arts, and they are always the most diligent when they are young."

"From the inner vision to the penetrating realm, the entry is smooth, and I can gain from daily hard work, and I was also full of motivation at that time."

"But later, when three days, five days, or even a month of time are thrown away, and you can't hear an echo, it's different."

"So I'm not lazy, I'm tired......"

At the end, he smiled helplessly.

This smile suddenly showed a bit of vicissitudes.

Hong Fan looked at his teammates and couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhan Yuanzi is polite and polite, and his appearance does not look old.

After getting along for a long time, people forget that he is a lonely middle-aged man who is thirty-seven years old and has not yet started a family.

"You're right, I'm in a hurry."

Hong Fan exhaled deeply.

In both lives, he has the habit of preparing for everything.

How can there be no expectation of a slowdown in the pace of practice?

In fact, for Xingjun, Tiqi is already a legitimate profession with the best chance of killing high-level martial artists.

If you want to be faster, you can only go to the frontier to confront the aliens.

But high returns also mean high risks.

The battlefield sword has no eyes.

No one can guarantee that they will always be the one who survives.

Silence returned to the arena.

Zhan Yuanzi practiced swordsmanship.

Hong Fan practices boxing.

Leaning less, Shen Hong's call came from outside the courtyard wall.

It was said that the Zhangwu Academy had sent someone to summon the news, and immediately gathered in the Hedgehog Hall.

Changing clothes and tying up their hair, the two went all the way north.

The red wall is covered with snow.

In the hedgehog hall, Jian Siyuan and Xie Wenhua sat behind the table.

In front of him, there were more than a dozen people sitting on Lianti and Siye.

The first team of Lu Yunshi and other five people.

The second team consists of four people.

There are still five members of the fifth team who Hong Fan is not familiar with.

Doors and windows are shut.

"There's an urgent job, the boat is here, and I want your three teams to handle it."

Jian Siyuan said.

"You must all know that Fubo is behind it."

"In the Xijing section of the Yao River, they are half a river god."

He chuckled.

"The Governor's Mansion has found three secret halls in Fubo Xing, which are said to be in charge of the affairs of the rivers and lakes and the smuggling of waterways, and they have kept the ledger records."

"One for each of you."

Jian Siyuan said, giving a gesture.

Deacon Xie Wenhua, who was sitting on the side, got up and handed out the three paper books he was holding to the captains of the three teams.

The second copy was handed to Wu Ruyi.

She took it rather unexpectedly—the feeling of being a captain was a little strange and distant.

"Thank you, Deacon."

Wu Ruyi replied in a low voice, a little inexplicably embarrassed.

She pretended to open the booklet and glanced twice.

I don't know if I watched it, and I don't know what I watched.

Then he hurriedly stuffed it to Hong Fan.

The three teams each looked through the information, and there was only a rustle for a while.

"The Boat Department asks us to cooperate."

After everyone wrote down the main points, Jian Siyuan spoke again.

"But I still say it before - do things according to the rules, no more, no less."

"Lunch is served in the hall, and from now on, I can't leave this hospital, and I'm going to go separately from time to time."

He finished speaking solemnly and sat down behind the wide table.

Moments later, the meal was brought in in a wooden box.

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An hour and a half later.

It was time to make an appointment with the Boat Agency.

The three teams rode in civilian clothes and wore waist cards, and walked away from the side door at a gallop.

The first team went to the east of Xijing.

The fifth team went along the river to the south of the city.

The second team's goal is in the west of the city.

Hong Fan and the four of them did not stop and crossed the Xianzun Bridge.

At the head of the bridge stands where to find the way and the whale riders.

The team turned south from the restaurant.

The flow of people is like weaving, and the voices of people are noisy.

Hong Fan walked in the front, but his mind was restless.

He vaguely felt like he was being watched.

The mission destination is "Doucao Street" in the west of the city.

Hong Fan has the impression that this street is very wide, with shops on both sides, and it is very popular.

For most of the past six months, every time there is a festival, Aunt Liu will bring peach and willow green to buy here.

From south to west, there is one last intersection.

Bai Jiaci changed the sheath to the horizontal knife in his left hand.

Hong Fan glanced at Zhan Yuanzi.

He frowned as well.

"Since the Zhou Ji Department wants to transfer us, there must be masters stationed in these halls."

Hong Fan suppressed his pace and said in a low voice.

"Later, Ruyi, Jiaci will intercept the back road, and I will ...... the main gate first."

As he spoke, several people swept over the wind.

PS: During the day, I got stuck on the fight design with Ao Zhiji for some time.

Martial arts moves are something that sometimes makes it hard to think about.

I'm going to continue writing the second chapter tonight, maybe later.

(End of chapter)