Chapter 177 Teaching by Words and Acts

Author: Huang Huoqing

Chapter 177 Teaching by Words and Acts

In the 28th year of Zhenghe, March 20, afternoon.

Jinhai City has been burned to pieces by the war.

The land under the city is full of devastation, and semi-solidified lava is everywhere.

Three city towers collapsed.

The exterior walls are full of large scattered stone bricks, revealing the inner foundation of the rammed earth.

The flags fell down and the command was disordered.

The front line is intertwined.

Even Hong Cheng personally went to the front line with a battle axe.

Hong Fu pushed a snake man to the corner of the wall and stabbed the dagger into its eyes with his weight.

After several breaths, he stood up until his opponent's body completely relaxed.

The three-person team has long been separated.

A long time ago, he felt that he had exhausted his energy and was consuming his soul every time he waved his weapons.

A riot came from the north.

Hong Fu glanced at him and saw a fire shooting into the ground.

The soil layer is broken and the rock slabs are slanted horizontally.

Hong Jian swung his fist and hit Chi Lin's chest.

The fire is thriving, melting the earth and stones.

Chi Lin can no longer feel the pain.

Most of the scales on my body fell off, the surface muscles became burnt and carbonized, and they were torn and repaired by themselves.

But its absolute power is always above the opponent.

"Humans, fire, cannot burn all their blood!"

Chi Lin roared in a low voice, pressed Hong Jian's arms with both hands, and turned around to press him down.

The snake's tail rolled around, wrapped around Hong Jian's left leg, slowly tightened, and made the sound of bone shattering.

Then the right leg.

Just when Chi Lin thought he was about to set a victory, Hong Jian opened his mouth and let out a roar.

The invisible fire power washed away, instantly burning the snake man's face, causing a fire to burst out from its five orifices.

Blindness, deafness, dizziness.

Chi Lin only felt that his brain was about to be burned, and he had unprecedented thirst and blood.

So it leaned over and opened its mouth, bit Hong Jian's shoulder, and sucked wildly.

The snake man gained nothing.

"Silly, my blood has been burned out long ago!"

Hong Jian laughed for a long time.

The lava disappeared half of the two.

Chi Lin raised his upper body and reached out to stab Hong Jian's chest and abdomen.

The chest cavity is empty, and there is still no flesh and blood.

During the fierce battle, Hong Jian's organs had been burned by violent fire, but his heart was still beating.

Or, it is the fire jumping.

The ambient temperature accumulates and the red scales are difficult to absorb.

It wanted to get out, but Hong Jian held his forearm back.

At this moment, the latter burst out all the flame flow true energy, and melted into a golden lake with a radius of more than ten meters with itself as the center.

The two entangled sink into the magma.

After counting breaths, the battle finally came to an end.

Hong Jian stood up with difficulty at the edge of the Lake of Fire and raised Chi Lin's head with one hand.

A roar rose into the sky, attracting the eyes of Bancheng.

The snake man's array finally wavered.

They are not afraid of death, but are afraid of losing.

Because blood was wasted, it was impossible to return to God.

Since the Chi Lin of the Sixth Festival was defeated, the enemy chief was still standing firm, and this battle was doomed to be unbeatable.

Since the broken teeth began, countless snake people turned around and fled northward and fled to the direction of the desert.

Behind them, many soldiers with red eyes staggered down to the city, and they tried to swallow the Ghost Ming King and left a few more lives.

The overall situation has been decided.

The high temperature next to the lava lake dissipated a little, leaving the ground clear.

Glaze is the relics of sand and the crystallization of fire.

The sky light passes through it, blue and green on the edge and blue on the center.

Hong Fan, who had already turned around and killed the city wall, arrived first and helped Hong Jian, who was lying down beside the remaining rocks.

His spine was tilted, his belly was open, and his left leg was broken sideways.

His upper body was covered with burns and there were no few pieces of skin visible.

Under the sternum, the five internal organs could not find the rest, but only a red heart was falling alone and still beating slowly.

"June..."

Hong Fan called out lightly, tore off his half-baked iron armor, took off his cloth robe and put it on Hong Jian.

"You're here."

Hong Jian grabbed the second son's arm with his backhand.

His palms were hot.

"Are you injured?"

Hong Jian asked softly, his eyes unfocused.

"It's just overdrawn, and there are a few minor injuries, which is not a problem."

Hong Fan replied, only then did he notice that he was blind.

"That's good."

Hong Jian nodded and said.

"After this battle, you should make progress."

After a brief silence, he suddenly spoke again.

"I promised to explain it to you, but I had to break my promise."

Hong Fan felt his forearm tightening.

"Give up Yan Liugong."

Hong Jian said.

"You go to Xijing, go to the Martial Arts Academy, and go to be the Tiqi."

"The Martial Arts Academy has mastered the world's martial arts, which can send you outside the Tianmen."

This is one of the options in Hongfan's planning.

"It is very dangerous for the Tiqi to exchange martial arts for rewards."

Hong Jian kept saying something.

"But I'm very relieved about you."

"If you have insufficient merit, Yan Liu Gong can also be used as a bargaining chip."

He added another sentence.

Hong Fan was stunned for a moment.

Hong Jian didn't care about his reaction and continued to speak in a hurry.

"Since I was young, I have never been attracted by anyone."

"To this day, I have taken one step at a time and never wasted a moment."

"You must do the same."

"Don't learn from Li Heming, I just keep silence and self-pity, thinking that the heaven and earth don't give him enough."

"A real man, you can only take what he wants with his own hands to be happy!"

After he said these words urgently, his breath was suffocated, but his face was filled with a sense of brilliance.

"I know."

Hong Fan replied softly, holding Hong Jian's gradually cold hand.

For a year, at this moment, he felt that he had seen the other party's character who was always wrapped in the responsibility of the patriarch.

The character belongs to the warrior.

At this time, the Hong family members also arrived gradually.

Before the people arrived, the shouts of the family, the master, etc. came first.

Both of them let go of their hands.

Hong Fan took a few steps back.

Hong Jian groped and supported himself, picked up a broken stone and stabbed it into the back of his waist, stuck at the broken part of his spine.

As soon as his hand exerted force, his originally crooked body straightened up as usual.

"Brother, how are you?"

The person who asked about it was Hongwu.

His face was as good as gold paper, and his belly was covered with bloody gauze, but he went to the battlefield again with serious injuries.

Hong Jian shook his head and asked softly.

"What's the battle?"

At this time, the sun's energy hangs westward and the sandbank is bleak.

Hong Fan watched Hong Jian return to his usual plain expression, as if he was looking at a stubborn piece of ice, and returned to the winter he had been holding on for his whole life.

Hongwu was stunned when he heard this.

The Snake Man Remnant Army was fleeing to the north in a panic, which was a thing that could be seen at a glance.

"The snake man retreated!"

His heart was filled with sadness, but he forced to reply in a happy tone.

"Brother, after you kill the enemy general, the snake man retreated!"

"That's good."

Hong Jian replied.

"The complete version of Yan Liugong after I added and commented was placed behind the plaque of the ancestral hall."

He amplified the volume slightly.

"In the future, the second master will be the ruling of all the big and small things in the clan."

"If Asheng makes any progress in the future, he can succeed the patriarch."

Everyone said that even though they heard that the clan leader was explaining his funeral, they could only cry silently.

"In addition, I started from the Shaoyin Heart Meridian of the Hand a month ago and tempered my heart with the innate fire power."

Hong Jian calmed down his breath before he could speak again.

"At that time, I felt something was wrong, so I thought it was a dead end."

"It turns out to be the case today, and it may be your ring."

He said and laughed.

"Also, my heart has been tempered and I don't have to be buried with this broken body."

"If you can find the master of sword making, you can fight two good weapons."

Speaking of this, Hong Jian's eyelids drooped and his figure was obviously loose.

It was like a scarred old bow, finally being stripped.

The Hong family members were still obsessed with courtesy and were waiting for the next order from the head of the family.

But all they waited for was silence.

The wind was sweeping, and inadvertently took away the last breath of the deceased.

"My husband is gone."

Hong Fan stepped forward and listened half a step, turned around and said to everyone.

There was no weak cry.

Only the soldiers knelt down on one knee, and the armor rubbed with iron sound.

Hong Fan did not kneel.

He stood in a daze, his clothes soaked in blood were blown by the wind, as cold as bone-eroding.

All over his body, there was only the arms that Hong Jian had held, and the slightest bit of heat left.

After a moment, Hong Fan laughed silently.

He took a few steps forward and burned Hong Jian half dry, holding his body, which had not left much weight, up.

"I'll see today..."

Hong Fan said softly.

"The little tribe has been passed down to the evil areas of the border..."

"It's just the four words of teaching by words."

He took a big stride and walked through the crowd towards the city gate.

His eyes swept across a red city wall and a land full of corpses.

Finally, there are three large official script characters falling on the plaque at the city gate.

【Jinhai City.】

Hong Fan finally couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart.

In an instant, many scenes flashed through my mind.

Pedestrians coming and going at the gate of Jinhai City, vendors shouting on Chisha Avenue, and wine lovers laughing at Du Kangcui.

And the second father he just died and never recognized.

Thinking of this, Hong Fan's eyes were blurred and he couldn't help laughing sadly.

The laughter stopped for a long time.

Then there was a long chant.

"The residual wall is made of armor and dyed new colors,

The broken halberd is used as a knife to kill a group of snakes;

The deserted sand is like gold and blood as iron,

Invite heroes to return to the mountains and rivers!”

The wind stops and stops, and the amona is solemn.

This sound slowly drifted, and even thousands of sounds came to reunite.

On and down the city, countless people from Jinhai - officials, warriors, soldiers, and people - stood, sat, leaned against swords, or held on the city wall, and roared with all their strength.

The cries are stirring, like crying and howling, and the magnificent wind is turned into a magnificent wind.

On the city wall, Hong Fu, whose face was covered in blood, was also roaring with tears until his chest became tight and he was dizzy.

As the sky turned around, he collapsed to the ground, feeling that there were colorful colors of sand, blood and iron everywhere, and he couldn't tell which side was inside the city or outside the city.

"I won the war, I'm still alive..."

Hong Fu murmured to the sky, repeating over and over again, his voice trembling.

For the first time in his life, he felt the taste of victory.

It is both bitter and sweet.

PS: The first volume of this book is dumplings made of two plates of vinegar.

The first disc is Li Heming's death.

The second disc is Hong Jian’s death.

Without them, Jinhaicheng has nothing to say.

Happy May Day everyone.
Chapter completed!