On the night of July 28, Hong Fan sat all night.

Although Tang Xingqing hid in the wing, he was probably angry, and he didn't sleep well.

Early the next morning, the two met again in the courtyard.

Tang Xingqing came out with a wooden basin, her expression was still haggard, and she caught a glimpse of the person on the rattan chair still sitting, so she raised her chin and didn't squint.

It was as if there was only air in the courtyard except her.

In this way, under Hong Fan's gaze, Tang Xingqing went to the wellhead to fetch water, went straight back to the house, and slammed the door again with the instep of his foot.

Hong Fan watched the whole process silently.

It wasn't until the door was closed that he shattered in the courtyard that he finally couldn't help laughing.

Perhaps because she is young and has endured a lot, the little lady of the Tang family is extremely sophisticated in some aspects and naïve in others.

After this trouble, the frozen coolness on Hong Fan's body faded by half.

"Whew."

He exhaled the turbid breath in his lungs, rubbed his face with the strength of his palms, and took the initiative to knock on the door of the side room.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was no reply.

Hong Fan pressed the door panel, guessing that Tang Xingqing was a little like the awkward elementary school lesbian table in his previous life - who was the first to speak after drawing the 38th line was probably the meaning of surrender.

So he took the initiative to speak.

"I'm sorry for what happened last night."

It took six or seven heartbeats before there was a reply.

"Hmph, needless to say, I'm sorry; I am your captive, and if you don't kill me, you will be gracious. ”

The tired voice was tinged with a triumphant exaltation.

Hong Fan didn't care about the other party's yin and yang weirdness, and knew that this stubble was in the past.

Not long after, the peasant woman brought breakfast.

After Hong Fan Lisuo finished eating, he went out to "pretend".

There is always work to be done where there are people.

After all, workers who don't want money are lacking anywhere.

This time, he didn't do things to help others, but just wanted to calm his mind through this mechanical activity with clear results.

On the first day, Hong Fan stepped on the hammer and said to himself, "People are never equal, and the value of individuals to society is never the same."

On the second day, Hong Fan repaired the small wharf at Yishan Lake, thinking that "seeking to change the relations of production should be based on changing the productive forces."

On the third day, Hong Fan excavated the grain cellar and nagged Gu Yixin, "Let everyone in the world practice martial arts in order to save Dahua."

On the fourth day, Hong Fan went to the forest under Ting Mountain to cut wood, and was depressed that "practicing martial arts can't change the old society."

Until the fifth day.

Hong Fan stacked the straw for half a day, and after eating lunch, he lay down on the hill-like grass pile to rest.

Close your eyes and you'll see bright darkness in front of you.

Sunlight permeates the whole body.

He took a long breath, sniffing the smell of autumn hay on the tip of his nose, suddenly embarrassed by his stupidity the previous days.

If you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you think without learning, you will die.

Hengzhu is just a sympathetic person between heaven and man, he has never been to Shenjing, and he doesn't know Zulong.

Don't think too much when you know too little, this is a very simple truth.

Walk more steadily, stand taller, at this stage is more important to him than anything else.

Thinking of this, Hong Fan sighed, turned around, buried his hot face in the haystack, and let his ass kiss the sun along the sun.

Five days passed.

Witnessing the impact of the Fengyun Peak Blood Sacrifice was finally completely calmed down.

Hong Fan is certainly a person who likes to look into the distance.

He likes to use theory to guide practice, and then use practice to feedback theory.

He likes to use a framed methodology to analyze even the smallest problems.

But he's also a very pragmatic person.

Hong Fan lay on the haystack he had beaten with his own hands, thinking back to the road he had come from after crossing.

Join the instrument as a supervisor, write a thesis, get to know Zhuang Liren, and establish a Tianhe ......

Every step is a leverage, and every step is just to solve the problem at hand, not based on the long-term future.

[Completing the things that match this stage at each stage of life is called accumulation steps. 】

[If you don't stop, you can reach thousands of miles. 】

He thought lightly, and the debate with Tang Xingqing flowed in his heart, the thoughts that couldn't be stopped for a moment a few days ago, and the boar collided.

The matter couldn't be clearer.

These are just stresses when there is nothing to be done.

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In the twenty-ninth year of Zhenghe, the tenth day of the eighth month.

Huaiyang country, outside Longqiu Town.

The autumn is high and the clouds are light, and the wild geese are floating in the sky.

Before the time (two o'clock in the afternoon), Hong Fan asked Gu Yixin to take him to a spacious place where he could perform martial arts.

So the latter took him to the military camp outside the town to practice martial arts.

This is a piece of wide rammed land with a length of 100 zhang, just like Liangzhou is surrounded by earthen walls on all sides, leaving only two entrances and exits in the north and south.

On all sides of the venue, military flags embroidered with the big characters "Yum" fluttered in the wind, and officers in twos and threes each occupied a place for drills.

However, they all recognized the old and new, and did not dare to come up and disturb them.

Hong Fan came here to finalize a new killing method.

Four months after stepping into the sympathy between heaven and man, he has eaten the scorching sand thoroughly and has a further foundation.

"I've faced many-on-one or one-on-one battles before, but it's different here in Huaiyang."

Hong Fan sat down on the stone pier and said.

"I needed a way to kill someone who could inflict a devastating blow on a large scale of the battlefield against a plurality of warrior-centric enemies — and I mean the army."

Gu Yixin's face was solemn, and he obviously listened very carefully.

Hong Fan was even more engaged.

"Range strikes and changes are the specialty of the sand world."

"Destiny control is based on authority, and it is easy to cover a large area, but it is very difficult to increase the killing intensity of a single point - especially once the distance is far away, whether it is to be accurately controlled, or to give speed and strength, it means a huge consumption."

"Fire practice is the opposite."

"The high temperature itself means lethality, so to increase the power, it only needs to increase the heat - it is nothing more than a local stacking of the quantity and quality of true qi."

"But if you expand the range while maintaining the lethality, the efficiency decreases exponentially."

"Take my family's killing method of Yanliugong 'Seven Steps Fan Cage' as an example."

"This move can burn a high-heat furnace within seven steps around the body, and the combination of offense and defense is extremely sharp."

"It's a pity that seven steps is just over a foot long, and the range is too small - I tried to expand seven steps to eight steps, increasing the radius by one-seventh, increasing the volume by fifty percent, and the consumption has increased dramatically by three times!"

"But what if the two could be combined?"

Speaking of this, Hong Fan paused slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

"Applying sand to fire creates an environment with high heat killing, but does not directly act on true qi and does not use flowing air as the medium......"

His eyes lit up with excitement.

"Brother Gu, with your talent, you must have guessed what I meant!"

"Clams?"

Gu Yi Xinmeng came back to his senses and gasped.

"Fire, knots, combined sand?"

He stammered.

"Uh, fried peanuts?"

When Hong Fan heard this, he opened his mouth and stammered - what Gu Yixin said was actually a pun.

He couldn't tell whether the other party was confused or smart for a while, so he simply commented straight ball.

"Well, that's what I think."

"High temperatures naturally trigger air flow, resulting in a sharp increase in heat loss and consumption, and it is not even more possible to directly use true qi to continuously cover a large area."

"It is better to use gravel as a high-temperature carrier and air as a natural thermal insulation layer to reduce the consumption of flame energy through thin distribution."

"At the same time, I control the sand and dust to make high-speed concentric whirls to compensate for the density with speed."

"If this is the case, the utilization rate of true qi will be greatly improved, the lethality will not be reduced too much, and the continuity and scope will also be guaranteed......

When Hong Fan said the wonderful, he couldn't help but pat his thigh.

Then, he saw Gu Yixin's straight eyes.

PS: Sleeping at sunrise and waking up at sunset, making life like a polar night, it's really not good.

So yesterday I found a way to forcibly transfer my routine back.

There should be another chapter today.

(End of chapter)