Three days later, December 27.

Early in the morning, the daylight still carries the cold of the night.

With a soft bang, the gate of Asahi Mansion was bolted, and it slowly opened inward, shaking down a few ice ridges on the eaves, and poking out a row of black holes in the snow.

Hong Fan carried a small burden and walked to the enlightened line outside the city.

Since the main business involves firearms, the location was chosen to be a house built along the Yao River and with a large warehouse more than ten miles north of the city.

The courtyard is tidy, but as soon as you step in, you will be greeted by a pungent smell of nitrate and sulfur mixed with oiliness.

In the middle hall, Qian Hong led more than a dozen people, half of whom were transferred from Zhanzhou.

The New Year is approaching.

Dahua doesn't have such an advanced thing as a "group meeting", but the owners will give the guys some money to win.

Hong Fan has always been generous in his work, and this time is no exception.

The man has two ingots and five taels of silver per person, and the level is even higher.

It is based on everyone's smile and sincerity, and the New Year's voice is full of liver and brain.

After the "year-end bonus" is distributed, the annual leave begins.

The Enlightened Bank will start work again, at least 20 days later.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Hong Fan was sent out of the door and returned to the city—he was the host of Tianhexing, and he never needed to interfere.

The heavenly sun has been fully stretched.

There are a lot of pedestrians in Qinglian Alley, but it is rare to be empty in Asahi Mansion.

Aunt Liu and the others had packed their things more than half a month ago, and under the escort of Shen Hong and others, they returned to Jinhai with Hong Pan and others.

Count the days, and they should have come.

In the front hall, Hong Fan and Zhan Yuanzi sat idly.

Two newly hired servants in the local area made tea and served it.

There are four days left before the Spring Festival, and there are only four people in the house.

"You really don't want to go home for the New Year?"

Hong Fan asked casually.

"It's not home for a long time, and the last time I went back was five years ago, and it broke up unhappily."

Zhan Yuanzi replied casually.

"Then you are alone during the Chinese New Year, do you want to go to Ruyi?"

Hong Fan asked again.

"No, isn't there still them?"

Zhan Yuanzi pointed to the two people who were sprinkling and sweeping in the courtyard.

"The first month often falls with light snow, I like its lightness, and I trace it blankly with an ink pen, but I can't draw it repeatedly; A person should put in a little more effort and think of a way. ”

Hong Fan nodded when he heard this.

He knew that Zhan Yuanzi had always had one thing to say, and he had never been strong.

"If there aren't many things on the Jinhai side—presumably not much—I'll come back early and spend the Lantern Festival with you and Ruyi?"

Hong Fan thought about it and proposed.

"That's a good idea!"

Zhan Yuanzi smiled.

"It's a pity that Jiaci will not set off from Hongyi until at least after the Lantern Festival, and when the four of us reunite, it is estimated that it will be the end of the first month."

"He can't be blamed for that."

Hong Beom also laughed.

"He took Hongli back, and the bride only stayed for half a month to see her in-laws, which is already less."

Speaking of which, the two have their own feelings.

Since the redemption of Hongli, Bai Jiaci, who was originally looking forward and backward, has suddenly become a little more assertive.

In Layue, even though there was no order from his parents and the words of the matchmaker, he still set up a table of wedding wine in the small courtyard that had just been arranged, which was regarded as a major event in his life.

At noon, the servants passed four dishes and one soup.

Hong Fan used it simply, said goodbye to Zhan Yuanzi, and went out under his eyes.

It's going to be the New Year, who can't go home?

The power sand wing takes off regardless of the terrain, but Hong Fan has always been low-key, so he chose to walk out of the city first.

The moat in the west of Xijing City is artificially excavated, and it is all fed by the Yao River.

If the tall city wall is iron armor, then the river is the jade belt that binds the armor.

Stepping over the stone bridge over the river, the view suddenly widens.

Tall mountains stretch to the west, and the snow-capped peaks of the winter months shimmer in the midday sun like golden hats.

Hong Beom smiled unconsciously.

After leaving his hometown for more than half a year, his life can be described as fulfilling—not only has his cultivation been steadily improved, but the plates of Tianhe and Enlightened have also been steadily spread.

Thinking of this, he was inevitably full of ambition.

The walls were far away, and they looked small in the afterglow.

So Hong Fan left the official road, and after confirming the direction, he slowly accelerated, leaped in one step, and took off on a dead branch.

Sand flow ants are attached to the wings.

The ground falls downward.

At the moment when the wind staggered, Hong Fan vaguely heard a pedestrian shouting his name.

When I turned back, everything on the official road was blurred.

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Hong Beom arrived in Gimhae at dusk that day.

His return to his homeland was a big deal.

This is true not only for the Hong family, but also for the whole city.

The temple was cleaned three times, smoked with incense inside and out, and even the pillars were newly painted.

All the families in the city who have young ladies have tried their best to inquire about the itinerary of the Hong family and the second young man in the past few days, and want to create a few chance encounters to try their luck.

But it's a pity that Hong Fan didn't attend any public banquets and gatherings a few years ago.

On the twenty-eighth, he visited Zheng Zhun and Gongsun Shi in turn.

The latter got the news and had the opportunity to move to Xijing in the New Year.

On the twenty-ninth day, he went to the tomb of the Hong clan in Taishan and asked Hong Jian and his biological mother Hong Lin to say goodbye.

Hong Ping also got a piece of yellow paper.

By the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, it is not a good day to go out.

The sky is bright, and the family kitchen boils three large oil pots as usual, and newly fried New Year's goods for each house.

Inside and outside the alley, the half-sized children were noisily taking over the work, and they climbed the wooden ladder like wild monkeys to post Spring Festival couplets.

Only the gate of the martial arts arena is closed and heavily guarded.

Under the high platform, all the Zhuyi cavalry lined up strictly.

On the high platform, eight chairs were lined up, belonging to the eight high-level members of the clan who were in the realm of harmony and above.

Hong Fan's seat is tied with Hong Wu, ranking in the middle.

This is the first time that the former has been in the same position as the elders in public, and he is in the center.

It's a little strange and awkward.

But today's review was specially designed for him.

"The third team Hong Lie, the first team Hong Bo, are out!"

Hong Yu, who was standing at the head of the audience, shouted loudly.

He broke through to the point of unity a month ago.

Because Hong Ming was going to serve in the City Defense Division, Hong Yu temporarily took his place as Hong Sheng's deputy.

The two people who came to the front of the formation took off their armor and shirts.

Hong Lie took the long stick with eyebrows, while Hong Bo held a shield in one hand and a blunt knife in the other.

There is no nonsense, followed by an all-out martial arts fight.

The air distorted, and the heat flowed like a tide.

Regarding Yanliugong and the corresponding killing method, Hong Fan has long been familiar with it to the bones, and he doesn't think there is anything worth seeing.

But he soon learned how well the clan had done so.

Hong Lie and Hong Bo have both reached the peak of the Breakthrough Realm.

"Are they all twelve righteous and complete?"

Hong Fan asked sideways.

"Exactly!"

Hongwu replied.

At this time, Hong Bo took advantage of the wrestling, and opened the eyebrow stick with a round shield, grinning proudly, revealing gold teeth repaired with gold leaf and brass.

"You also know that at the end of the penetration, the effect of the Push Gong Pill is very small."

Hong Wu leaned further to the side, his voice lowered.

"The two of them are not as talented as your two brothers, and they have not been able to advance again in the past few years, and they have already extinguished their thoughts of improving - until the 'Kailing Pill' arrived half a year ago."

The so-called "Kailing Pill" is actually a marrow cleansing pill, but it has changed its name for secrecy.

(End of chapter)