It is unknown who paved the wide gravel road, which stretches from the wilderness to the infinite distance. Tang Xuanming has been walking on it for two days and still has not seen the end.
The wide gravel road occasionally had branches and forks, but Tang Xuanming firmly remembered Pihu's instructions and always walked on the main road.
As Tang Xuanming gradually went deeper, humans appeared occasionally on the wide road, and even simple carriages could be seen after a while.
Tang Xuanming found that every time a carriage like that was pulled by a domesticated black horse, the people around him would show extremely envious expressions.
"It looks like a Rolls-Royce, right?"
In Tang Xuanming's opinion, the carriage manufacturing technology on the road could only be described as rudimentary. It was just a pile of wooden boards that were randomly polished and pieced together.
It was similar to the simplest ox cart that Tang Xuanming saw in the countryside during the Song Dynasty, except that the material used was obviously very good, and it was difficult to break no matter how bumpy it was.
Occasionally, you can see patterns of unknown ferocious beasts on it, which seem to symbolize the tribe from which the owner of the carriage comes.
Tang Xuanming did not communicate too much with those people and walked forward minding his own business.
But if he doesn't want to look for trouble, trouble will come to him.
"Wow, what a powerful beast!"
"As expected of the Cang tribe, even the mounts used for driving have dragon blood."
"It's a red dragon horse. According to legend, it has a trace of true dragon blood and has the chance to become a peerless beast like a dragon horse."
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Walking on the roadside, Tang Xuanming heard people constantly exclaiming.
Originally, he didn't intend to pay attention, but the four words "Cang Tribe" made him couldn't help but look up.
A slightly luxurious carriage drove up from the road. The carriage was all red. The splicing between the wooden boards finally had a bit of beauty. It didn't have the feeling of the previous ox-cart. It barely went up two steps.
"It can be regarded as barely reaching the level of ordinary residents of the Song Dynasty. The craftsmanship cannot be passed down to the world. At most, it is the kind that is slightly famous."
Tang Xuanming commented in his heart, while countless people were already exclaiming and staring at the red dragon horse driving the carriage.
It was a strange horse that was red as blood and covered with fine red scales. The horse's hoofs were also wrapped with traces of flames. It looked extraordinary at first glance and was particularly attractive to people's eyes.
The driver was a middle-aged man, vigorous and proud.
Even though he is a servant-like character driving a carriage, there is an arrogance between his eyebrows that cannot be hidden, and he does not bother to look at the people walking on both sides of the road.
People walking on the road didn't need to say anything at all. They walked to the side of the road automatically as soon as they saw the carriage, and there was no need for the middle-aged man to scold him.
When the middle-aged coachman saw this scene, he smiled proudly and still yelled.
"You bunch of mud-legged people, get out of here and don't dirty my carriage."
In his early years, he was also a member of this group of people, but by chance, he was able to join the Cang tribe with the triple strength of the Ant King. In his opinion, he flew up the branches and became a phoenix. There was a huge difference between him and these mud-legged people.
It suddenly became bigger and bigger, and they were not at the same level at all.
Although he was just a driver driving a carriage, in his opinion, he was far nobler than these helpless mud-legged people.
No matter where he went, he was respected and looked at with envy.
This gave him a sense of accomplishment.
"My identity is no longer the same."
The adoring gazes around him made him realize this clearly. He could clearly see the anger hidden in some gazes, but he remained indifferent.
Such an angry and powerless look was just like his back then, completely useless.
In front of the big tribe, everything is empty. No one dares to confront me head-on. I represent the face of the Cang tribe.
The middle-aged coachman thought proudly, but when he came back to his senses, he found that the red dragon horse who was sitting down was rushing forward uncontrollably.
He was originally walking in the middle of the road, calm and steady, but suddenly he rushed to the side of the road and bumped into a young man wearing animal skins.
"Royal!"
"Royal!"
He tried his best to control the carriage, trying to control the direction, but found that it was to no avail.
In front of the carriage, the young man stood there blankly, seemingly frightened by the sudden situation. Such a situation made him curse in his heart and shouted at the young man: "Get out of here!"
Tang Xuanming glanced sideways at the menacing carriage. The carriage driven by the Red Dragon Horse rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed. The middle-aged driver on top had a ferocious face. He tried his best to hold the carriage and make the Red Dragon Horse turn in one direction, but
But he was unable to change at all, and was yelling at Tang Xuanming crazily.
The posture of the middle-aged coachman made Tang Xuanming change his mind. The sword energy condensed in his right hand suddenly dissipated. His footsteps touched the ground lightly, and his whole body was like an erratic leaf, passing by the running red dragon horse.
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The originally anxious Red Dragon Horse ran wildly for a period of time and then gradually regained its composure. After snorting twice, the middle-aged driver took control of the horse again.
From far away, Tang Xuanming could clearly hear the middle-aged driver's angry shouts and curses, and the crackle of the whip being waved. The carriage quickly disappeared from sight. The Cang tribe figure did not seem to have any intention of causing trouble for Tang Xuanming.
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The golden color in Tang Xuanming's eyes disappeared in a flash, and he said to himself: "It seems that the Red Dragon Horse does have a trace of dragon blood."
Just now, he deliberately released a trace of dragon energy, which made the red dragon horse suddenly go crazy and rush towards him crazily.
Tang Xuanming had a bad sense of the so-called Cang people, and just now he was taking the initiative to cause trouble.
It was just the gesture of the middle-aged coachman that changed his mind. Although the middle-aged coachman looked arrogant, when the carriage lost control, he still tried his best to avoid the pedestrians and did not mean to hurt anyone.
"Consider you lucky."
Tang Xuanming patted the dust off his body, tightened the package on his back, and prepared to move on.
"Young man, are you okay?"
An old voice suddenly sounded in Tang Xuanming's ears. He turned around and saw a face with crisscrossed ravines, and wrinkles filling the entire face one after another, making the old man in front of him look extremely weathered.
The shriveled body and the rickety back proved that the old man was not young. The guard in Tang Xuanming's eyes quickly disappeared. He had always had a good impression of the old man, not to mention that the old man took the initiative to care about him.
He tried his best to show a peaceful smile and said: "It's okay. The carriage didn't hit me just now. The rider must have been very skilled and grasped the direction of the carriage at the last moment."
"Ahem! As long as you're not hurt."
The old man coughed twice, stretched out his hand and thumped his waist, and sighed: "Don't worry about it, he is a big shot in the Cang tribe and cannot be touched by little people like us."