Ling Zikai said, "How can this be, sister, if you touch this saddle, how will you react?"

"Not everybody is going to react when they touch it. According to my grandfather, only those who have Durenque blood in their veins can sense this reaction, which is both a warning to the people who have offended the saddle and a small punishment for the blasphemer. If it weren't for us Durenques, we wouldn't be so lucky, often without warning, and we have been unwittingly cursed. ”

"However, I'm not from the Durenk tribe, why was I warned?"

"Although you are not our clansman, you have reached the inheritance of the ancestral gods, and you are a new generation of shamans!"

"Since I'm a shaman, I should be recognized by this saddle, why don't you allow me to touch it!"

Ling Zikai had the appearance of breaking the casserole and asking to the end.

The cuckoo was stunned for a while, and then he came up with something that made people laugh and cry: "I think it's probably because this saddle didn't recognize your shaman's identity for a while, which caused a misunderstanding! Or maybe it hasn't recognized you as the master yet! Why don't you try again?"

Omnipotent gods can also have oolong incidents?

Although Ling Zikai is not very interested in the identity of the shaman, since this saddle is the exclusive item of the shamans of the past generations, why should I not touch it after it is my turn as the successor!

Ling Zikai began to fight for himself with confidence, and reached out to grab the saddle again.

It is also strange to say, when Ling Zikai grabbed the saddle again, that kind of electric energy no longer appeared, on the contrary, when he injected a trace of ancestral energy into the saddle, he immediately felt that there was a kind of water-like fusion between himself and the saddle, and this saddle seemed to have become a part of his body, inseparable.

What's going on here? Is it really for the cuckoo to guess correctly, it was a misunderstanding before, and now it has confessed to the master?

Ling Zikai was puzzled, so he didn't think about it anymore.

After removing the saddle from the box, under the guidance of the cuckoo, a mat made of the same unknown animal was laid on the back of the white horse, and then the saddle was placed and the saddle belt was tied. Then he put a bridle on the white horse.

At the same time, Cuckoo attached another pair of harness to the black-maned red horse.

When Ling Zikai looked at the white horse with the harness, he always felt a little awkward, and he felt a sense of nondescriptry.

"Sister, I see that after this white horse is paired with this saddle, it is not as beautiful as before. Isn't the aesthetics of your Durenk ancestors too bad!"

The cuckoo glanced at the white horse, but it was really as Ling Zikai said, after the saddle with the yellowed color eroded by the years was installed on the back of the horse that was originally as white as snow, and it was like a beautiful little girl wearing a gorgeous dress, and suddenly put on an old short jacket outside, which suddenly became embarrassing.

According to the descriptions left down by the ancestors, after the shamans of the past generations sat in the saddle, it was as if they were sitting in the colorful glow, and from a distance, it seemed as if the messenger of the ancestral god was riding a divine horse from the sky. Why don't you sit down and try it and see if anything changes?"

In order to verify the magic of the saddle, Ling Zikai turned over and sat on the white horse, and after letting it walk along the yard, he asked, "Sister, have you found anything?"

The cuckoo stood in the courtyard and shook his head at Ling Zikai.

It seems that the descriptions handed down by the ancestors of the Durenk tribe are merely false rumors to promote the mysterious identity of the shaman.

Thinking of this, Ling Zikai wanted to get off the horse. When he grabbed the front saddle bridge with his hand, inadvertently, a trace of ancestral god energy flowed in the palm of his hand and injected it into the saddle bridge.

At this moment, the cuckoo let out a burst of exclamation: "I see a change, Zikai, look at the saddle!"

Ling Zikai looked down at the saddle sitting under his ass when he heard the sound, and sure enough, he found that the fish scale patterns on the unknown leather case wrapped on the outside of the saddle flowed as if it was alive.

Hey!

Ling Zikai immediately realized that the reason why the saddle had changed must be related to the energy he had injected into the ancestral god.

In order to better observe the changes in the saddle, Ling Zikai increased the output of energy. Sure enough, with the continuous injection of the ancestral god's energy, the fish scale patterns on the entire holster flowed more smoothly, as if countless fish were swimming non-stop.

At this time, it was evening, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in the courtyard, when it hit the holster on the saddle, it immediately reflected a burst of colorful light, from a distance, Ling Zikai riding on the horse really seemed to be bathed in colorful glow.

The cuckoo was stunned, looking at Ling Zikai, and couldn't help but have an urge in his heart to kneel on the ground and bow down.

Fortunately, at this time, Ling Zikai stopped the input of energy, and those flowing fish scale patterns also slowly stopped, no longer reflecting colorful glow.

Ling Zikai jumped off the horse and found that the cuckoo was still immersed in the supernatural just now.

In fact, not to mention the cuckoo, even Ling Zikai was extremely shocked.

Since getting this ancestral god inheritance, he has experienced too many magical events, and sometimes, even he himself will wonder if he is living in a dream world, after all, the various abilities given to him by the ancestral god inheritance are too mysterious and bizarre, and the distance from real life is too far.

Take the scene that just happened, can you explain it with modern scientific theories?

Fortunately, this saddle must be injected with energy before it changes, otherwise he would not dare to match the white horse with this saddle and appear in public.

Even if there were no strange changes, the saddle's appearance alone would make one aware of its extraordinary, and it would seem that it would have to be modified to cover it with an unobtrusive-looking coat.

After a long time, the cuckoo regained his composure, but there was a different emotion in his eyes when he looked at Ling Zikai, probably due to the worship of the ancestral god in his heart, so that he had a trace of awe of Ling Zikai's shamanic identity.

This mood made Ling Zikai very disliked.

He vaguely felt that the reason why Du Juan refused to accept his feelings, in addition to the status of godsister and brother between the two, was probably more of a taboo about his shamanic identity.

If it was really because of this reason, Ling Zikai would rather not want the inheritance of this ancestral god, but also get the love of the cuckoo.

Seeing that it was already early, Du Juan asked Ling Zikai to rest in the yard for a while, and she hurriedly went to the town to find some people and hired them to go to the forest farm tomorrow to help dig ginseng.

It didn't take long for the cuckoo to come back, saying that he had found ten people, all of whom were old mountaineers who often went into the forest to release the mountains, and had rich experience in collecting ginseng.

Afterwards, the two of them rushed back to the forest farm with five horses.

When he returned to the forest farm, he unexpectedly found Zhang Hao's meatball-like figure, squatting in the open space outside the wooden house, holding a large plate of fresh meat to feed the big white eagle and the little eaglet.

After tying up the horses, the cuckoo said hello to Zhang Hao and was busy preparing dinner.

Before Ling Zikai could walk to the wooden house, the big white eagle had already spotted him and let out a few chirps happily. The young eagle flapped the little meat wings even more, and ran and stumbled to lead it up.

Ling Zikai grabbed the eagle in the palm of his hand, injected a trace of energy into it, and then said to Zhang Hao: "Why did you kid run to the sea of clouds so quickly, have you done all those licenses?"

After Zhang Hao picked up a piece of fresh meat from the plate and threw it to the big white eagle, he stood up and said: "How can it be so fast, you don't know, now the state is very strict with the approval of beauty * and the like, even if I am in the name of an old man, it is not easy to get through some passes." ”

"Then why don't you stare at Baishan, why are you still running to the sea of clouds!"

Zhang Hao smiled bitterly and said: "I am following the old man's holy order, I ask you for help if I have something!"

Hearing that it was Vice Mayor Zhang who asked him for help, Ling Zikai asked curiously: "What is it that makes the dignified deputy mayor difficult, and he actually asked me, a flat-headed person, for help!"