Su Yang hurried to Peony Villa. He really wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of person this world's most romantic young man was.
If you haven't even seen your opponent, how do you know how to deal with him?
Besides, if he didn't go to Peony Villa, his three hundred taels of silver would have been wasted, and he would have been taken advantage of.
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In March in Luoyang, the flowers are like brocade.
The hillside behind Peony Villa is covered with peonies, and in the horse pen just fenced off by wooden fences at the foot of the hillside, there are horses prancing everywhere.
But there are more people, people in the world!
Ever since Qiu Xingjian, the general manager of Sunset Racecourse, released the news half a month ago that horses would be sold at Peony Villa, wealthy people from all over the world have been coming here.
The horses at Sunset Racecourse are famous all over the world. Wherever there is sunshine, there are horses from Sunset Racecourse.
Heshuo hero Wan Junwu half-closed his eyes, as if he was not interested in anything, and was leaning on a soft chair made of soft rattan.
Wan Junwu made his debut at the age of fourteen and committed murder at the age of sixteen. At the age of nineteen, he cut off the head of the thief Feng Hu at the foot of Taihang Mountain with a big knife. At the age of twenty-three, he replaced his usual big knife with a fish-scale purple gold knife.
By then he was famous in the world, and by the time he reached his thirties, he was respected as the Hero of Heshuo by people in the martial arts world.
Perhaps because he had seen through the world, he was tired of the world, so at the age of forty-four, he sealed his sword and washed his hands in front of the world's heroes. The fish-scale purple gold sword that had been with him for many years was wrapped in yellow cloth and was enshrined in prison.
On the sandalwood stand in front of the gold statue of the Holy Lord.
But a person like him would never walk out of the room casually without a knife, just like without clothes. So he brought three other knives today.
His senior brother "Wansheng Sword" Xu Tong, his favorite disciple "Kuaidao" Fang Cheng, and his best friend "Ruyi Sword" Gao Feng.
No matter who has these three swords at his side, they are enough to cope with any emergency situation. Even if the most mysterious and powerful gang in the world, the Qinglong Society, wants his life, it will be difficult to succeed.
One after another, good horses were brought to the wooden stalls in front of him and bought at high prices. His eyes were half closed.
He didn't open his eyes until finally a very special horse was brought into the stable alone.
This horse was brought in by Qiu Xingjian himself. Its whole body was as black as black except for the tip of its nose, which was white.
The crowd immediately let out a cry of exclamation. Everyone could tell that this was a good horse that could only be chosen from a thousand.
Qiu Xingjian patted the horse's head lightly, with a look of joy and pride on his face, and introduced to Wan Junwu: "It's called Shenjian. Wan Daxia is today's Bole. Of course, you can see that this is a good horse."
Wan Junwu shook his head lazily: "I am not Bole, and this horse is not a good horse either."
"Why?" Qiu Xingjian asked.
Before Wan Junwu could answer, a young man carrying a sword came down from the hillside. It was Su Yang. The grass, sunshine, peonies and horses, plus Su Yang's smile, made people feel comfortable.
"Just hearing this name is not good."
Su Yang said with a smile: "The arrow cannot reach far, and it rushes first and then slows down. This horse must not have enough stamina."
Wan Junwu was still lying on the soft chair. With his status, there were not many people in the martial arts world who could make him stand up and speak. His eyes swept over this strange young swordsman, and finally fell on the wine on his waist.
On the pot and sword, he asked calmly: "Quick Sword Xiao Su also knows horses?"
Su Yang shook his head: "I don't understand horses, but I understand wine."
Qiu Xingjian asked: "What do you mean? We will not sell wine today, but horses."
"In the eyes of an alcoholic, a horse that knows how to drink is a good horse." Su Yang said, taking off the wine bottle from his waist and walking towards the stable behind.
There were only a dozen skinny horses left in the stable. Su Yang walked to the stable, took off the lid of the wine bottle, took a big sip himself, and then shook the bottle in front of the stable.
In the corner of the horse stall, there stood a thin horse with a body as thin as a bow and a lazy and unmotivated horse. It stood alone in the corner, as if it did not want to be with other horses. The other horses were not interested in the air.
There was no response to the smell of alcohol, except for the skinny horse, which seemed to be stimulated by something. It suddenly raised its head, its big eyes rolled around, its nose twitched a few times, and suddenly spread its legs and trotted away, squeezing out of the way.
The horse rushed to Su Yang, pointed at the wine bottle, opened his mouth wide, and licked his lips with his purple tongue, looking impatient.
Su Yang laughed, picked up the wine bottle and poured it into its mouth.
Wan Junwu's eyes lit up, and Qiu Xingjian also smiled.
This horse is called "Laojiu", and good wine must be added to the forage for every meal, otherwise it will not even take a bite and will become languid.
This is the truly most valuable BMW at Sunset Racecourse today. Once it starts running wildly and has more stamina, not even the top players in the world can catch up.
Di Qinglin's master is one of the top masters in the world, but Di Qinglin only needs one knife to kill his master, so Di Qinglin can certainly be regarded as the top master in the world.
So Su Yang stroked the neck of "Old Jiu" and felt happy. He felt so happy when he thought that this top master in the world could not be killed, oh no, he could not be killed.
Su Yang felt that he was like a monkey now, walking quietly behind Tathagata Buddha, ready to smash the Buddha's head with a sap at any time.
It's a pity that not all Bole are rich. Bole can teach horses, but they may not be able to buy horses.
At least Su Yang, a bole, couldn't afford it, so he could only watch others bid, and at the same time think of a way to get this old wine without spending money.
More and more people participated in the bidding. After one stick of incense, the price of "old wine" had soared to 9,500 taels.
For a horse, this is already a huge number. Even if the emperor wants to spend so much money to buy a horse, he has to consider whether he will be drowned in the saliva of the official.
Wan Junwu took action, and he slowly extended a fist. With just this movement, all the noise on Shanshan Mountain stopped abruptly.
In the silence, Wan Junwu opened his fist, raised three fingers, and made a gesture.
Manager Qiu immediately announced loudly: "Wan Daxia bids 30,000 taels, is there anyone else who bids higher?"
There was a gasp of cold air on the hillside, but everyone kept their mouths shut. Although bidding with Wan Daxia was a face-saving thing, the vast majority of people here wouldn't be worth thirty thousand taels even if they had to tear off their entire faces.
Wan Junwu was in high spirits, and was about to enter the stall to lead the horse himself, when he suddenly heard someone say: "I will pay 30,030 taels."
Wan Junwu's face immediately darkened, and he murmured: "I already knew that this kid would definitely come to cause trouble."
Qiu Xingjian was overjoyed and laughed, "I didn't expect that Di Xiaohou arrived in time!"
The crowd parted on both sides as the tide surged, everyone wanted to take a look at the demeanor of this hereditary first-class prince and the most popular young knight in the world today.
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Please ask for a ticket this weekend. If you have one, please throw it at me :)
