Guo Jing struggled with his Dantian, pouring internal energy into his arms, tightening them tighter and tighter.
The little red horse rolled and jumped hard, but could not get away. In the end, it was hard to breathe and suffocated. The little red horse seemed to know that today it was meeting God, and it suddenly stood still and stopped making unnecessary struggles.
"Is this...subdued?" Seeing that the little red horse had stopped moving, everyone gathered around him.
Hua Zheng also came up with Zhang Ting, "Guo Jing, you are so powerful, you subdued this wild horse?!" Guo Jing reluctantly grinned and rolled off the horse.
The little red horse seemed to have a different soul. It stood there obediently. From time to time it would use its front hooves to pull the grass on the ground, and it would keep rubbing Guo Jing's face with its head as if to please him.
Guo Jing also gently stroked the little red horse's head with his hand, and it looked like a harmonious scene between man and horse. How could he have imagined the life-and-death struggle just a moment ago.
At this time, Guo Mo and others who were practicing martial arts in Qixian Village also came over after hearing the news, "Brother, I heard that you subdued a wild horse, where is it?" As soon as they arrived, Guo Mo threw away the reins and asked.
"Second brother" saw Guo Mo rushing over, and Guo Jing also greeted him quickly: "Second brother, you have always been well-informed. Come and help me take a look. What breed does this little red horse belong to?"
In fact, Guo Mo didn't need to look to know that Guo Jing had met the sweaty horse. He was destined to be a sweaty horse. But Guo Mo was a man of two generations. He had only heard of it, but he had never seen what the sweaty horse looked like.
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While talking, Guo Mo came to the little red horse and saw that the horse was indeed as red as coals from top to bottom and had no hair on it. Judging from its size, it should still be a young horse, about one year old.
It was less than nine feet long from head to tail, and about six feet tall from hoof to neck. It screamed and roared, as if flying into the sea. Guo Mo reached out and touched the horse's neck, and there was indeed red liquid stained on his hand.
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"Haha, brother, you are so lucky that you can even get a 'bloody horse'." Guo Mo said with envy.
"What? Second brother, you said this is the legendary 'sweat horse'?" Guo Jing was also very excited when he heard this. He only knew that it would be a good horse, and he never thought of "good" so much.
According to legend, during the period of Emperor Wu of the Western Han Dynasty, in order to obtain the "horse of sweat and blood", Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty did not hesitate to go on two expeditions to the Western Regions to launch a war of annihilation against the Dawan Kingdom. Although the "horse of sweat and blood" was only a pretext for waging war, it was enough
Showing its rarity and preciousness.
"Yes, it is a sweaty horse, and judging from its appearance, it should also belong to the red rabbit horse series, just like the red rabbit horse of Lu Bu, the god of war during the Three Kingdoms period," Guo Mo affirmed again.
I also remembered a poem about a red rabbit and horse, and recited it loudly: "Pentering thousands of miles away, the dust is blown away, crossing water and climbing mountains, the purple mist opens. Breaking the silk reins and shaking the jade bridle, the fire dragon flies down to the nine heavens."
"Red rabbit horse"? Everyone was shocked when they heard this. The rumor that "Lu Bu is among men and red rabbit among horses" is known to everyone. Especially to the shepherds on the grassland, it has been passed down from generation to generation.
"Butcher Lu"'s various brutal deeds and his name as "Flying General" are still talked about today.
The little red horse was surrounded by everyone, but it showed no stage fright. It raised its head proudly and neighed loudly. The other horses around it retreated restlessly, showing its kingly demeanor.
Guo Mo thought that after following Guo Jing, this horse kept shouting "little red horse, little red horse" without a proper name, so he suggested: "Brother, this horse is so majestic.
With a long neigh, all the horses are in trouble, so I'll give it a name. How about calling it 'Neighing Wind'?"
"Okay." Guo Jing always obeyed his younger brother, and he also felt that the word "neighing wind" was a perfect match for the little red horse.
"Let's go, Xi Feng, let's run for a while, haha." Guo Jing got on Xi Feng again and walked away.
It's autumn again, and the sky on the grassland seems to be higher.
A pair of white eagles hovered in the air, and a charcoal-red horse galloped on the grassland. It was "neighing wind". There were two people sitting on the horse's back, one big and one small. The laughter of "chuckling" followed the "neighing wind".
The galloping wind also filled the road from the cliff to "Qixianzhuang".
The herdsmen have begun to prepare food and grass for the winter early. After all, winter will come earlier on the grasslands and it will come unexpectedly. If they don't prepare early, they will inevitably run out of food for the winter.
There is no such worry in "Seven Sages Village". Over the years, although it is in the desert grassland, "Seven Sages Village" has been a relatively independent existence. After years of construction and renovation, it is now in "Seven Sages Village"
Inside, you can’t see much difference from mainland China.
The same earthwork, brick and tile houses, the same grass and trees, the same artificial ponds, the same farmland, but compared to the villages in the Central Plains, there are more cattle and sheep breeding here.
Guo Mo also specially asked people to set aside twenty acres of land for growing crops. It was enough for the daily consumption of the dozen or so people in "Qixianzhuang", not to mention the supply of a large amount of beef and mutton.
Guo Jing was a little depressed today. He hadn't seen Hua Zheng all day. Strictly speaking, more than ten hours had passed since Hua Zheng returned yesterday afternoon. He felt an ominous premonition for no reason.
Originally, the two of them had made an appointment to go hunting together, but now it was almost dark, but no one could be seen. Even though little Zhang Ting kept teasing Guo Jing by the side, she could only barely show a dry smile.
At dinner time, everyone gathered together tonight. Master, Fourth Master, Fifth Master, Seventh Master, plus mother Li Ping, Guo Jing, Guo Mo brothers and little Zhang Ting, Feng Ge and Ye Qu had already returned to the army.
Now, the huge Eight Immortals table is full. Everyone is from the world and has lived together for more than ten years. There are not so many taboos and particularities in daily life.
It is worth mentioning that "Flying Bat" Ke Zhen'e finally ended his retreat for more than a year and created a set of internal skills and mental methods, named "Seven Styles of the Desert". After completing the practice, he is expected to reach a first-class level.
After all, the inner strength method is the method to stimulate inner potential, but Ke Lao's method is more suitable for male practice. Therefore, Han Baoju, Nan Xiren, Zhang Asheng, Feng Ge, and Ye Qu became the first batch of direct beneficiaries.
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The food had just been served and everyone had not had time to eat. Suddenly, they heard the sound of horse coats ringing bells at the entrance of the village. It seemed that someone rushed in on horseback. Listening to the sound, they actually galloped all the way to the "Seven Sages Hall", and even the horses
Not down.
Everyone was shocked, this was too unusual.
Before he could go out to see what was going on, he heard a shout, "Guo Jing, Guo Jing" coming from Hua Zheng. Guo Jing hurriedly left the lobby, and everyone rushed out one after another.
I saw Hua Zheng, who had rolled down from his horse, his face covered with dust. When he saw Guo Jing's "Wow", he burst into tears.