It is the twenty-ninth day of April of the twenty-ninth year of Zhenghe.

Xiaoman has passed, and the mango seed has not arrived.

Liangzhou has not yet reached the time of full rain, but the wheat seeds in the fields are already full.

Just after five o'clock in the morning, the sun was still resting on the shoulders of the dark mountains, and on the galloping road fifty miles east of Jinhai City, more than a dozen sturdy men began to be busy.

Their sturdy horses were scattered by the roadside, untethered, and they picked their own crops to eat.

The old farmer who worked did not get angry, but watched leisurely.

Everyone knows that Jin Haihong's family does not take advantage of everyone; And the harvest that the horse spoils shall be mended with silver, but not much more.

Two quarters of an hour later, bamboo poles and hay were built into a simple shed.

Two square tables and stools borrowed from nearby villages were set up in the shed.

After a while, a heavy manger dug out of bluestone was also carried over and placed on the side.

After confirming that the preparations were correct, Hong Ming, who was dressed in a brocade robe, walked out of the shed and looked at the eastern horizon.

The mountains are low but continuous.

The earthy yellow gallop road looks like a small river flowing out of it.

Before I knew it, another hour had passed.

Hong Ming turned back on the road many times, and even his beloved beard was broken several times.

At this time, there was finally a figure in the distance.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Hong Jie shouted loudly.

Zhu Yiqi, who entered the same batch as Hong Fan, has already penetrated the middle section of cultivation under the abundant supply of pills.

Hong Ming thought he was reckless, glared, and hurriedly turned his gaze back.

The knight galloped under the arch of the wheat field, and soon approached.

He was dressed in the uniform of the Showu Academy, and he also carried a triangular postal flag.

You can't go wrong.

More than a dozen people greeted him.

"Official, but go to the Jinhai Palm Martial Academy?"

Hong Ming asked impatiently.

Of course, the post guard is not an "official", and his status among the people is not high, but today is different.

"You must be from Jin Haihong's family, right?"

The knight laughed back.

"The things I brought are from Xijing, and I want to send them to the Jinhai Palm Martial Academy."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

"Please come down and take a break!"

Hong Jie stepped forward and enthusiastically supported him.

Then the post man was invited into the grass hut, ate the pastries with hot tea, and received a heavy red cloth bag.

At least one two-three-two.

The eggs were poured into the manger for the dusty stagecoach.

Whenever the other horses came up, they were driven away in disgust.

An hour later.

Hong Ming led the team to escort the post horse to the Zhangwu Courtyard and returned home smoothly.

At the gate, Hong Li was on crutches and obviously waited for a long time.

And behind him, it was crowded with many people of all ages.

"How?"

Hong Li saw Hong Ming coming in and asked.

The latter, at a glance, had pricked ears everywhere.

"The messenger has been sent to the Palm Martial Academy, everything is ready!"

Hong Minglang replied, a little hoarse.

"I saw Gongsun Wujian, and he gave him the right words, just wait for the list to be made tomorrow, and the list will be released the day after tomorrow!"

There was a sudden bang at the gate of Hongfu.

The eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and face are all flying and warm.

"Yes, yes!"

Hong Li rarely lost his temper and kept knocking on his crutches.

"Thank you for your hard work, go and rest."

He patted Hong Ming on the shoulder, and then looked at Qiu De on his side.

"Are you ready here? Can't go wrong! ”

"Don't worry, Master Li!"

Qiude replied in a low voice, full of confidence.

"The animals have all been bought, and a third of them have been slaughtered."

"Colorful silk, lanterns, tables and chairs are also ready, all of them are new, and they will be hung up early in the morning!"

Hong Li nodded when he heard this.

The ability to ask for a great steward is tried and tested without any problems.

But at this time, he just couldn't let go.

"This time, the flowing water banquet will be held for ten days, and the food plates cannot be empty, and the manpower must be ......."

Hong Li said the things he said over and over again.

Ask for virtue and answer again and again.

The questions and answers were filled with a suppressed smile.

Under the clouds, people spread out like ants.

The Hong Mansion soon set itself up like a clockwork machine.

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The first day of the fifth month.

The sun was a little sunny, but it couldn't stop the crowds of people on Anning Street.

In the center of the street, marked by Tinghai Pavilion, even the officials of the Zhangwu Academy and the Castle Guard Mansion could no longer maintain their positions and were carried in the flow of people.

It is said that some well-informed neighbors came to occupy a good position last night, and the armor of the city defense department also loosened the curfew rarely.

Two quarters of an hour later, at noon.

In anticipation, a man dressed in the military uniform of the Zhangwu Academy strode out of the street, carrying a huge yellow list on his shoulder.

There is no need to drink, and the long, crowded streets are quiet.

First, the voices dispersed, and only the sound of breathing remained.

Eventually, even the sound of breathing faded inaudible, as if everyone was holding their breath.

Listening to the Penglai Hall of Haige, Cui Yutang wiped the sweat on his hands on the hem of his clothes.

It's not just the nervousness of watching the list, but also the nervousness of the list.

Two cannonballs were hung from the top of a pole more than 20 meters long.

When the hour came, the crackling on the left side was the first, but the one on the right was still hoarse.

The wrist of the official holding the fire fold trembled, and he couldn't make up the fuse for a long time.

Moments later, the sound of firecrackers faded away and the smoke dispersed.

The big man in military uniform grabbed Huang Bang and exhaled.

"In the twenty-ninth year of Zhenghe, the fourth phase of the four lists of the Zhangwu Academy, the list will be released!"

He soared like an ape, and he was on the pole.

The bright yellow brocade flew down, and when it was straightened, there was a thunderclap.

As usual, the first thing to show was the two ink characters on the top, which were as large as wheels.

"Heavenly List".

However, this time, no one "bothered" with a few martial saints.

Everyone's eyes swept down, skipping the second list of heaven and earth, and first looking at the Tianjiao list.

And it is the bottom of the Tianjiao list.

"The hundredth on the Tianjiao List, 'Thousand Stars' Tang Xingqing, Huaiyang Guo Tang Clan, practicing "Thousand Silk Thoughts" ......"

"The 99th ...... of the Tianjiao List"

"The ninety-eighth of the Tianjiao List, Fan Zhengzhi, a person from Hongyi City, Liangzhou, ......"

Several names have been pronounced noisily, and many people are anxious.

"Why not?"

"Is it difficult?!"

Just when the long street was in chaos, there was a shout that stood out and suppressed everything.

"Eighty-two, it's eighty-two!"

All the literate people looked at it.

Most of the illiterate people are getting more and more anxious.

"Where's the one who reads the list?"

"Eat dry rice ......"

"Dog x ......"

All kinds of shouts and scolding came up.

It turned out that until this time, the official who read the list had not spoken out.

He is also looking at the Tianjiao list.

"yes, I'm sorry."

The officials hurriedly started work.

"No. 1 in the sky, 'Qizhen Mountains and Rivers' Xiao Ding, Shenjing ......"

As soon as the voice came out, it was drowned out by the stinking scolding that gushed out.

"Fuck you!"

", who's going to listen to him?"

"Read eighty-two, it!"

Seeing the indignation of the crowd, the official immediately blessed his soul and skipped nearly two hundred names.

"The eighty-second on the Tianjiao List, 'Chisha' Hong Fan, was born on September 11 of the tenth year, a person from Jinhai in Liangzhou, and the star master of the sand world."

The audience fell silent.

"Concurrently cultivating the family biography "Yanliu Gong", the realm of sympathy between heaven and man, he has created the first-grade killing method "Sand Wing", and the second-grade killing method "Sand Knife", "Deserted Sand Battle Armor", and "Sand Shotgun".

"I started practicing martial arts at the age of fifteen, and I was in the position of the star in March of the twenty-seventh year, and I was thoughtful and intelligent."

"In December of the twenty-eighth year of Zhenghe, Hong Fan was in five veins, and with three Ran Realm Ti Cavalry, he defeated the 'Turning River Jiaolong' Ao Zhiji."

"On March 30 of the 29th year of Zhenghe, Hong Fan took Qu Luoyi into the Wuxuan Garden of the Shen family in Xijing and killed Ao Zhixian with his own hands."

"On the fourth day of April in the twenty-ninth year of Zhenghe, Hong Fan fought to the death 'red-faced god' Su Peifeng in the heart of Xijing Xianzun Bridge, and was killed after the lily."

"On the fifth day of April in the twenty-ninth year of Zhenghe, Hong Fan's "Yanliugong" broke into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man."

After reading the full text of Hong Fan, the long street was solemn and silent.

The official cleared his throat and planned to work normally.

"No. 1 on the list, 'Qizhen Mountains and Rivers' Xiao ......"

Then, the voices of the streets and alleys burst out like a volcano, crushing the second half of Xiao Ding's name in the wind.

"The eighty-second ...... of Tianjiao, who is not yet nineteen years old"

"Jinhai has Tianjiao again!"

"It's the second young man of my Hong family!"

"It's my big brother!"

"Wow!"

PS: Today's update.

Writing a 4,000-word explanation should answer most of your questions about the previous volume.

The outline of the third volume has not yet been completed, and there will be fewer updates in the next few days.

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