The Zhaojun liquor poured into the bowl is dark orange in color, thick as honey syrup, and the taste is mellow after the mouth, and the aftertaste is endless. When I first drank it, it was sweet and delicious, and I felt like a drink, and it didn't get in the way if I wanted to drink as much as I wanted, but I didn't know that it had a lot of stamina.

If it is an ordinary person, if you meet a Mongolian who has a habit of drinking, you will definitely get drunk, but Geyan met Ling Zikai, a freak, who has the cheating artifact of ancestral god energy, not only did he get drunk, but he was drunk like mud, and before the luncheon was over, he had already fallen asleep on the felt.

After the meal, Gelina cooked milk tea for Ling Zikai and the others, using freshly beaten clean water, after boiling, flushed into a net pot or pot with tea powder, simmered for 2-3 minutes, and then put fresh milk and salt into it, and also added milk skin, its taste is fragrant, salty and delicious.

While drinking tea, the cuckoo asked about the price of the three healthy horses. Grina resolutely refused to accept the money, saying that in the past, they had used a lot of money to cure Geyan's illness. Now that he has been cured by Ling Zikai, if the medical expenses are calculated, even the price of thirty healthy horses is more than that, so these three healthy horses are considered to be a favor from them!

The price of three healthy horses plus harness is about twenty or thirty thousand, which is not a small amount, and the cuckoo naturally will not accept such a heavy favor and insists on paying. Glena was a little anxious, and said that if you keep the money, our friendship will end here.

In the end, the money for the horse was not paid.

Before leaving, Geyan had not woken up, and Grena sent the two out of the racecourse.

The cuckoo whispered to her, "When you get pregnant, you must tell us!"

Gelina said with great hope: "If we really have a child, Ge Yan and I will definitely come to the sea of clouds to thank Brother Ling for his great kindness!"

When he returned, the cuckoo rode a healthy horse and led the other four horses in front. Ling Zikai followed behind in a pickup truck. It's still the same simple road you came from.

With Ling Zikai present, the white horse and the black-maned red horse followed the cuckoo honestly, without any moths, and after walking for nearly two hours, they returned to the sea of clouds smoothly.

After entering the courtyard of the old house and tethering the three healthy horses, the cuckoo beckoned Ling Zikai, who had already parked the pickup truck, into the left wing and moved an old wooden box with most of the paint peeled off to the courtyard.

"Sister, what's in this box?"

"If you open it and take a look, you'll know!"

The cuckoo deliberately sold it off.

When Ling Zikai opened the lid of the box, what jumped into his eyes were two pairs of saddles that he didn't know how many years old.

Unlike the modern saddle made of metal-framed leather that Geyan wears, one of the two saddles is made purely from a whole section of wood hollowed out and hewn out, and is not covered with the usual cowhide, but from the deerskin of the red deer.

The frame of the other saddle appears to be made of bones of some unknown animal, and the pattern engraved on it is somewhat abstract, representing some kind of totem. The saddle bridges at the front and rear are also inlaid with green agate. The foreskin used is a fish skin with fish scales, which is not known to have been peeled from a certain type of fish. And it looks older than the other saddles, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

The cuckoo looked at the saddle in the box, his eyes were a little confused, and he said to Ling Zikai leisurely: "Among these two saddles, the one made of red deer skin is the saddle that my grandfather used back then, and I want to use it for the black-maned red horse." As for the other one, it is a saddle that has been handed down from our ancestors of the Durenk clan and belongs to the shamans of all generations. ”

"Shaman's saddle?"

Ling Zikai asked curiously.

The cuckoo nodded and said, "That's right, according to the precepts of our Durenke clan, no one can use this saddle except for the shamans of the past generations, even if it is installed on the shaman's mount, no one else is allowed to sit on it except with the consent of the shaman." Just like the dragon chair on the Jinluan Palace, no one is allowed to sit except the emperor, otherwise it will be a great rebellion. ”

"This saddle looks so strange, do you know what material it's made of?"

The cuckoo shook his head and said, "I don't know how many generations of shamans have been left behind in this saddle, and no one knows what materials it was made of except for the person who made it in the first place.

In the early years, some archaeologists heard that there was a saddle in our clan that had been passed down for an unknown number of years, so they came to the door and studied the saddle for a long time, but they could not identify any results, but they only guessed that the material used to make the saddle should be taken from an animal that has been extinct in this world, or has not yet been found and left a record.

Just a few years ago, someone approached me and said they were willing to sell it for 10 million!"

Ling Zikai couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when he heard this: Grandma's, this won't be a national treasure-level cultural relic!

Thinking of the value of this saddle, Ling Zikai said with some surprise: "Sister, you just put such a valuable thing in a box so casually and throw it in this old house where no one lives, what if someone has bad intentions and steals it!"

The cuckoo said lightly: "Even if I throw it on the side of the road now, no one will dare to pick it up." ”

Ling Zikai asked strangely, "Why?"

"Because everyone who lives in the Xing'an Mountains knows that this saddle belongs to the shaman, and I heard that there is a curse left by the ancestral god on it, and if anyone wants to destroy or steal it with bad intentions, they will be punished by the ancestral god!"

"It can't be!"

Even if Ling Zikai himself had the ancestral god inheritance, he felt that the reason that Cuckoo said was too unbelievable, and it was impossible for people to believe that there would really be a mysterious curse in this world.

Seeing Ling Zikai's look of disbelief, Du Juan said again: "Don't think I'm telling a bizarre story, when I was young, I saw a thief who entered my house in the middle of the night and wanted to steal the saddle, but as soon as he took the saddle out of the box, he fainted on the ground. ”

The more Ling Zikai listened to Du Juan's story, the more outrageous he felt, so he simply stopped listening to her, but reached out to take the saddle out of the box to see what was going on.

"Be careful!"

The cuckoo hurriedly shouted, wanting to stop it, but it was too late, only to see that Ling Zikai's hand was already on the saddle.

Just as Ling Zikai's fingers were grasping the saddle, a sudden wave of energy came from the saddle, which spread throughout his body through his palm, as if he had been hit by an electric current. Fortunately, at this time, the ancestral energy in his body immediately reacted, surrounded and devoured and digested the chaotic energy.

What's going on?

Ling Zikai was startled. He would never have thought that this saddle was really a little strange, could it be that this was the curse of the ancestral god that everyone said!