Zhuang Rui never thought that he would see this legendary professional witch doctor again, and even more so when Timur dragged him to see a doctor, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.
"Brother Zhuang, your face is covered with blood, and you said you were not injured. Who hurt you? I'm going to kill him..." Peng Fei also rushed over at this moment and pushed away Tie, who was much stronger than him.
Mu'er had a murderous look on his face.
Peng Fei was a little depressed, why every time he and Zhuang Rui were together, the world was always peaceful, but whenever his brother acted alone, something would always happen. In the final analysis, it was because he was not responsible enough as a bodyguard.
"Your face is covered in blood? Are you talking about me?"
Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and stretched out his hand to touch his face. As soon as he raised his hand, his whole body turned to stone, because his hands were covered with bright red blood.
"This...this...what's going on?"
Seeing the blood on his hands, Zhuang Rui was a little dumbfounded. He quickly touched his whole body and found that his neck and clothes were full of red. He just put his hands to his nose, but he didn't smell the stench of blood.
Instead, it has a faint fragrance.
"It's not blood..."
After Zhuang Rui smelled the smell of the red liquid on his hand, he immediately felt relieved.
But looking at himself in red, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but smile bitterly. This image was really bad. No wonder Zhuang Rui was stared at by Battle and others when he was riding on Zhui Feng in front of him. If this happened in the city
, it is estimated that he will be questioned by the police within a few steps.
Peng Fei also dipped a little of the red liquid on Zhuang Rui's hand and put it into his mouth. He recognized it immediately and said angrily: "It's not blood, Brother Zhuang. Did you probably put the paint all over your body to scare us?"
"My balls hurt? Is my head going crazy or something? Do I want to dress myself in red to scare you?"
Zhuang Rui glared at Peng Fei angrily, but then became a little confused, "Where did I get this red color? It didn't seem to be there when I got up in the morning. Could it be..."
Zhuang Rui was suddenly startled. He turned around and looked at Zhui Feng, who was leisurely chewing grass on the side of the road. "Could it be...could it be...could it be that my brother has won a big prize?"
Forced to suppress the excitement in his heart, Zhuang Rui shouted: "Zhui Feng, come here..."
"Pfft..."
Upon hearing this, Zhui Feng raised his horse's head and trotted to Zhuang Rui's side, looking at Peng Fei and others with vigilant eyes.
Especially when he saw Battle, Zhui Feng's nostrils turned up and snorted at Battle. His front hooves were about to move. As long as Battle made any move, he would probably kick him with this hoof.
"This...is this the winning horse?"
Just now, everyone's attention was focused on Zhuang Rui, who was covered in "bloodstains". No one paid attention to the horse Zhuang Rui had just ridden. Now Zhui Feng came closer and immediately shocked Battle and others.
Zhui Feng's appearance is really good. Not to mention anything else, his height of nearly two meters is something that a man like Battelle, who has been playing horse racing for half his life, has never seen before.
The skin with a hint of light gold makes it look unusually graceful and luxurious.
When he captured Zhui Feng before, Battle was riding on a horse, and he didn't think anything of it at the time. Now standing in front of the tall Zhui Feng, even an experienced rider like Battle felt a little depressed.
Zhuang Rui nodded and said: "That's right, Zhui Feng, don't hold grudges, these are all my good brothers..."
"Brother Zhuang...Zhuang, you...how did you tame it? How...how is this possible?"
Although Zhui Feng was right in front of him, and Battle saw Zhuang Rui riding on him just now, he still couldn't believe it in his heart. How could such a horse, which could be called a "Pegasus", be tamed by Zhuang Rui?
Where is it?
Zhuang Rui waved his hand and did not answer Battle's question. Instead, he looked at Wuyun Qiqige and said, "We'll talk about this later, Qiqige, give me your towel..."
The little girl was looking at Zhui Feng with eyes full of stars. When she heard Zhuang Rui's words, she wrinkled her nose and said, "No, Brother Zhuang, you stink so much that I won't give you Qiqige's towel."
Woolen cloth……"
"I'm not wiping it for myself..."
Zhuang Rui rolled his eyes and didn't bother to argue with the little girl. He walked straight to the yellow spot where Peng Fei was riding and pulled out a white towel from the package next to the saddle.
"Brother Zhuang, it's true that you find a place to take a shower and change clothes. Why are you bringing a towel?"
Peng Fei was also a little confused, but Bater, Timur and the legendary witch doctor beside him looked at Zhuang Rui nervously, as if they had guessed what he wanted to do.
"Huhu..."
"Don't make trouble, turn around..."
Zhuang Rui held the snow-white towel and put his arm around Zhui Feng's neck. Zhui Feng thought Zhuang Rui was going to be intimate with him, so he immediately stuck out his tongue and licked Zhuang Rui's face.
After watching Zhuang Rui wipe the hair on Zhuifeng's neck with a towel, Battelle asked in a trembling voice: "Brother Zhuang...Zhuang, is it...yes?"
"What are you talking about? What are you doing? Why are you wiping a horse's sweat if you don't clean yourself first?" Peng Fei was confused by Zhuang Rui's actions and the expressions of Battle and others.
"Brother Battle, you are really... really a bloody horse, and he should be pure blood..."
Zhuang Rui ignored Peng Fei and reached out to hand the white towel to Battle. The originally white towel had now turned bright red.
As for the "bloodstains" on Zhuang Rui's face and body, he finally found the answer. It was caused by Zhui Feng's sweat while running, but the color of the sweat was a bit special.
"The Immortal God is above, this... this is a divine horse..."
Before Battle could say anything, the old Mongolian man knelt down with a plop and worshiped Zhui Feng with a pious look on his face.
"Hey, hey, old man, please don't do this, I can't bear it..."
Since Zhui Feng was standing behind Zhuang Rui, the old man's behavior was more like kneeling down to worship Zhuang Rui. Zhuang Rui didn't react for a moment and stretched out his hand to pull the old man up.
"Whoever worships you, kid, get out of the way, I worship the god horse..."
The old man was even more depressed than Zhuang Rui. His youngest son was seven or eight years older than Zhuang Rui, so he didn't expect to be taken advantage of by this boy.
"Haha, I said, old man, it is just a wild horse. Where is the magic horse? Floating clouds, they are all floating clouds..."
Zhuang Rui was so proud that he couldn't help but say a few words of humility, but the smile on his face really wanted to be punched in the face.
"Lulu..."
Zhui Feng, who was behind Zhuang Rui, was not happy to hear this. After letting out a long hiss, he turned his head and stretched out his mouth to bite the saddle on his back. He threw the saddle to the ground very skillfully.
"Yes, yes, ancestor, you are a magic horse, aren't you? Why are you doing this again?"
When Zhuang Rui saw Zhui Feng's actions, his head suddenly got big. Is this kid threatening himself to be addicted? If he said something that didn't sit well with him, he immediately threw off his face.
"Oh, I remembered..."
Peng Fei on the side suddenly slapped his head and shouted loudly. This unexpected voice made Zhui Feng almost kick him with a hoof in shock.
"What's wrong with you kid? Don't you know horses can't be frightened?"
Zhuang Rui kicked Peng Fei in the back of the butt. If Zhui Feng had to kick him, it would be impossible for Peng Fei to get out of bed for two or three months.
"Hey, I remembered, Brother Zhuang, is the sweaty horse you mentioned the same little red horse ridden by Hero Guo in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"
Peng Fei was very proud of his "profound" knowledge. He had read this martial arts novel in vain. At least he knew what kind of guy the big guy in front of him was.
Zhuang Rui nodded and said: "Yes, it is the bloody horse in martial arts novels..."
Timur looked at the tall Zhui Feng and said with envy on his face: "Zhuang Ruian replied, you are really lucky. Such a pure sweat horse has not been able to survive on the grassland for more than half a century."
See you, I didn’t expect to be tamed by you..."
Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and asked strangely: "More than half a century? Didn't it mean that the sweat-blooded horse has disappeared in China for a thousand or two thousand years?"
Zhuang Rui didn't know much about the sweat horse, he only knew that the horse was called Dawan horse, which was produced in what is now Turkmenistan.
The reason why the Khan-blooded Horse is so famous, apart from Jin Daxia mentioning it in martial arts novels, is mainly because 2000 years ago, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty fought two bloody wars with the Dawan Kingdom in the Western Regions for the Khan-blooded Horse.
Battle shook his head and said: "How long did it take? When the People's Republic of China was first founded, there were still dozens of sweat-blooded horses in Xinjiang. And just some time ago, a Japanese also discovered a pure sweat-blooded horse in Xinjiang...
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In 1951, in order to improve the horses of the cavalry troops, our country introduced stallions from the former Soviet Union, including 52 Aham horses, also known as sweat horses. At that time, this group of sweat horses were raised in Xilin, Inner Mongolia.
Stud farm in Glemen.
It is a pity that a complete pedigree management system was not established at that time, and the imported sweat horses were naturally bred and crossed with local domestic horses.
Although this could improve the quality of domestic horses, it inevitably caused the degradation of the Ahama. Just a few decades later, there was no trace of the sweat-blooded horse in the Xilingrad League of Inner Mongolia.
As for the discovery of sweat horses in Xinjiang, Japanese horse researcher Hayato Shimizu took out a photo at a horse research conference held at the University of Tokyo. From the photos he provided, it can be found that the horse known as "Khan"
There was indeed blood-like liquid flowing out of the "Blood Horse"'s shoulder.
This incident caused a great sensation in the past few years. Experts from China and Japan have conducted in-depth research on this matter, hoping to solve the mystery of the bloody horse.
