Furthermore, how could a scholar with no strength in his hands develop a sharp weapon that would be helpful in marching and fighting? Moreover, he was a man who couldn't even ride a horse. Even if Guo Huaiyi wanted to believe it, he couldn't find a reason.
Ling Yun was not angry, but just smiled. Since Guo Huaiyi didn't believe it, he opened his eyes immediately and let him know that the things he developed were not just playing tricks.
He just replied calmly, "General Guo, whether it is right or wrong can only be determined by actual practice."
"Hahaha, okay, okay, let's try it."
Guo Huaiyi laughed loudly and signaled Zhang Wu to bring over a rather docile horse. When the horse came to them, Ling Yun put the saddle on the horse.
After tying the prison, he looked at Zhang Wu and said, "Brother Zhang, I'm going up."
Zhang Wu smiled and replied, "Brother Ling, you can come on, Zhang is holding the horse, I promise it will be fine."
I thought to myself that once he feels the fear of riding a horse, he won't be able to forget it again.
Unexpectedly, Ling Yun stepped on the stirrups, jumped lightly, and sat in the middle of the saddle. Then he looked at Zhang Wu and said, "Brother Zhang, please give me the reins, so that I can feel the pride of galloping on the battlefield."
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"this…"
As soon as he said this, Zhang Wu hesitated, then looked at Guo Huaiyi, who nodded to him, and then he carefully handed the reins to Ling Yun.
Although Zhang Wu gave the reins to Ling Yun, his eyes were always on Ling Yun. Obviously, as long as something happened to Ling Yun, he would take action immediately.
"Drive~"
With the reins in hand, Ling Yun drove the horse. He was cautious at first because he was not sure whether the saddle was effective. Gradually, the speed increased and he began to run in the horse circle.
It is said that when Guo Huaiyi saw Ling Yun sitting securely on the horse, his face showed shock. He did not expect that this weak-looking young man could actually make something that could sit securely on the horse.
But even so, he still didn't believe that this seemingly ordinary saddle was really as powerful as Ling Yun introduced, and he just thought it was something similar to a horse pad, with just a changed shape.
Ling Yun rode his horse for two laps and found it very unsatisfying, so he speeded up and the horse rushed out of the stable and walked towards the gate of the camp. However, when passing by Guo Huaiyi, he did not forget to greet him, "General Guo,
I'm going to go out for a couple of runs first and try out the power of this saddle."
As soon as these words came out, Guo Huaiyi lost his mind and found that Zixuan was also following him out on horseback. He felt that something was unexpected from the saddle, so he couldn't bear it anymore, so he jumped on the horse and ran out after him.
Although Ling Yun ran out on horseback, the speed was not very fast. After all, safety came first. If the horse was not handled properly and his relatives burst into tears, he would not put his life aside easily.
Zixuan followed Ling Yun without saying a word, but Guo Huaiyi, who was catching up behind him, couldn't help shouting, "Ling boy, you...stop first."
Guo Huaiyi now just wants Ling Yun to stop and experience it himself to see if it really has such a powerful function.
If people can really move freely on it, then the imperial cavalry will make a qualitative leap, and they will be able to fight against the harassment of the barbarians in the north.
Thinking of this, he seemed impatient, which was in sharp contrast to just now.
It took a lot of effort for Ling Yun to stop reluctantly. It was not until he jumped off the horse that he felt relieved. Although the feeling of riding a horse galloping was bold, he was too nervous because he was looking forward and backward. He was afraid that he would fall off accidentally.
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"Boy Ling, please take a rest and let me experience this so-called saddle."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the reins and jumped onto the horse with a leap. He stepped on the stirrup and moved it, and found that it had a stabilizing effect.
"Drive~"
The horse started running, and its speed was simply not at the same level as Ling Yun's just now. While galloping, Guo Huaiyi did not forget to dance his sword, as if to verify its stability.
During this dance, his face was shocked and full of disbelief, because he suddenly found that it was dozens of times stronger than usual. As long as he stepped on the stirrup, he was not afraid of falling from it.
"Hahaha, it's so comfortable. It's so comfortable. With the stirrups, you can move like the wind and move like an eagle. It doesn't affect the performance of your martial arts at all."
I saw him suddenly passing by Ling Yun and Zixuan at a very fast speed, leaving only one sentence, "I'm going back to camp first, you can follow on your own."
Guo Huaiyi has confirmed the grievance of this saddle, so he needs to go back as soon as possible to discuss with his subordinates how to keep this thing secret and report it to the court. This is an artifact that can benefit the country and the people.
If it is equipped on a northern war horse, it will have unpredictable effects. Ling Yun, who invented this weapon, will definitely be rewarded. I am afraid that even he will also be rewarded to varying degrees. It is not a bad idea to advance to the next level!
Ling Yun's horse was ridden away, and he froze on the spot with a confused look on his face. This...could he be asked to run back?
I couldn't help but secretly regret, why did he go so far when he had nothing to do?
It's better now, and my intestines are regretful.
"Zixuan, look at this...how..."
Seeing Ling Yun's confusion, Zixuan immediately blurted out, "It's okay, come up and I'll take you back."
Ling Yun pointed at himself, dumbfounded, and hesitated, "You mean, you want me...I to go up?"
Zixuan nodded and asked, "What else? Are you planning to run back?"
"This...how can this be done? As the saying goes, men and women cannot be intimate with each other. This would be too..."
"It's not like a man has never sat down before."
"I…"
"If you can't get in, I'll leave."
Compared to Ling Yun's resistance, Zixuan seemed relatively calm and did not have too many distracting thoughts, because in her opinion, this was not the first time to take him with her, so why not do it again?
I saw her lightly patting the horse's buttocks, and pretending to go back. Ling Yun said hurriedly, "Hey! Wait, I'll get in, can't I get in?"
It's just that he was in a hurry and failed to jump up three times. Zixuan was still covering her mouth and laughing, which made him even more embarrassed.
After laughing, Zixuan stretched out her hand, looked at him and said seriously, "Come on!"
Ling Yun twitched his head, smiled coquettishly, and put his hand on hers. She pulled hard, and he seemed to be flying, and he sat behind her in an instant.
The two of them were in tandem, Ling Yun clinging to her back, unable to stop thinking, but the former didn't notice anything unusual about him and just said, "Sit tight."
Then she lightly slapped her with a riding crop. Ling Yun was so frightened that she had no time to think and hurriedly hugged her waist. As expected of a martial artist, her waist was as thin as a willow branch.
His hands were placed on her slender waist. The breeze came slowly, and the woman's hair fluttered in the wind and wrapped around his face. There was a faint fragrance in his ears and nose.
But he didn't dare to think wildly, for fear that he would react and cause unnecessary misunderstandings, so he closed his eyes and recited "Empty is form, form is emptiness..."