After cuckoo and Geyan circled around the two wild horses, they both looked a little surprised.

Ge Yan asked Ling Zikai, "Brother Ling, where did you find this white horse?"

"There's a canyon over there, and there's more than thirty wild horses gathered together in it! Brother Geyan, do you want to catch a few of them too!"

"Do all the wild horses look the same as these white horses? Are you sure they're in the same herd?"

Ling Zikai thought about it for a moment and said, "They all look the same!What's wrong, is there anything wrong?"

Ge Yan did not answer Ling Zikai's question, but continued to look carefully around the wild horse for a while. Seeing that the cuckoo had been watching the white horse, he walked up to her side and said, "Did you find something?"

The cuckoo looked at the white horse with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and muttered, "I have a strange feeling that this white horse seems to have a great relationship with our Durenke clan. ”

Ge Yan was stunned for a moment and said, "What origin?"

The cuckoo shook his head and said, "I can't tell. It's a feeling of darkness, and it seems like something that has been lost in our clan for a long time. ”

"I also think it's a little strange, I think these two horses are not from the same species, why are they gathered together?"

"You say the white horse and the black-maned red horse are two different species?"

Geyan nodded and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this black-maned red-maned horse should have the blood of the white-forked iron-hoofed horse of the Keshiketeng Banner. You can see that it has a short stature, pointed ears and a curved neck, a deer's belly and oblique jiri, and an unusually long hind legs, which is a typical horse walking characteristic. In particular, its hooves, the hooves are small and standing, thick and round, the color is like black jade, the hooves are hard, not easy to crack, no matter what road to walk on the hoof (hanging palm), especially suitable for walking on the mountain road with more stones, climbing the lower beam does not jump vertically, walking smoothly, is beyond the reach of other horse breeds. And it's fast. Legend has it that it was a special horse for our ancestor Genghis Khan's Praetorian Guard, with a noble bloodline. ”

Cuckoo didn't have much interest in the black-maned red horse, she was concerned about the origin of the white horse, although she had been dealing with horses since she was a child, but in terms of knowledge was definitely not as good as Geyan, who raised horses for a living, so she asked: "What about this white horse, what kind of horse do you think it belongs to?"

Geyan shook his head and said, "The characteristics of this white horse are different from the horse breeds I know, and I can't tell that maybe a species that has been recognized as extinct by everyone has suddenly reappeared in this world." Just like the Mongolian wild horses back then, weren't they already considered extinct, but later found that they were still alive in Xinjiang!"

Looking at the white horse, Geyan admired from the bottom of his heart: "This white horse is really beautiful, you see that it has a full and graceful body, a thin head and a high neck, slender limbs, thin skin and fine hair, light and elegant steps, a slender and graceful body, and then lined with a curved and high neck, outlining its perfect body curve, which is completely comparable to the Akhal-Teke horse." ”

Seeing that Du Juan and Ling Zikai both looked puzzled, Ge Yan added: "Akhal-Tejin Horse is the sweat and blood BMW we talk about!"

Hearing the words "sweat and blood", Ling Zikai's spirit suddenly rose, and he hurriedly stepped forward and touched the white horse's body with his hand.

After a violent run, the white horse's body was wet and sweaty.

Ling Zikai spread out his sweaty palms, but he didn't see the legendary sweat like blood, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Ge Yan understood what Ling Zikai meant, and said with a smile: "Brother Ling, I just said that it is comparable to a bloody horse, and you really have to think that it is! In this world, only Turkmenistan still exists in Turkmenistan, which is regarded as a national treasure, and will not be seen in other places at all." ”

Ling Zikai said with a smile: "If it is really a bloody horse, even if I surrender it, I don't dare to use it as a mount, it has already been pulled away by the government! We don't care what kind of horse it is, it will be our mount from today onwards! Sister, you can try to ride it!"

The cuckoo said with some hesitation: "I have a hunch that I can't submit it. ”

"Why?"

Ling Zikai asked puzzled.

The cuckoo did not explain, but walked towards the white horse.

Sure enough, before she could get closer, the white horse showed a look of vigilance, and his body took a step back.

Ling Zikai frowned, and secretly controlled the white horse with his consciousness, allowing it to stand there quietly and not move.

The cuckoo walked to the white horse, touched its forehead with his hand, and at Ling Zikai's signal, turned over and sat on the horse's back.

However, at this moment, something happened that Ling Zikai did not expect.

The white horse under his control suddenly burst out with a strong unyieldingness, and even broke free from his consciousness, and then let out a long neigh, and the front half of its body stood upright, and the cuckoo on its back fell off at once, and fell to the ground.

What's going on!

Ling Zikai was a little stunned, this was the first time he had encountered an animal that could break free from the state of being controlled by the ancestral god's consciousness. Seeing the cuckoo fall to the ground, he didn't care about it, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, and asked with concern: "Sister, are you not injured?"

The cuckoo, who stood up, patted the dirt and grass clippings on his body, shook his head and said, "I'm fine!"

Ling Zikai looked at the white horse after regaining his calm, and became a little annoyed: "Damn, I still don't believe that I can't surrender a wild horse!"

"Zikai!"

The cuckoo grabbed Ling Zikai, who wanted to step forward to teach the white horse a lesson, and said, "I think forget it! The horse is also spiritual, since it is unwilling to accept it, it means that there is no fate between me and it." Even if you have a way to make it accept, it's only temporary. As the saying goes, a twisted melon is not sweet. Even if it is a good horse, if it cannot communicate with its owner, it is not a good mount. I can see that it should be you!"

"Sister, you don't want it to be my mount, do you! Make no mistake, it's a mare! I'm a big man riding on a mother's body, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at and lose my big teeth!"

Hearing this, the cuckoo glanced at him and said, "What are you thinking about, what is the purpose of the public, and it is not for you-"

At this point, the cuckoo probably realized that his words were a bit like that, his face turned red, and he stopped talking stiffly.

"Forget it, we don't have to rush to surrender it now, let's bring it back to the forest farm first!"

To be honest, the cuckoo's heart is also ten minutes of love for the white horse, but it can't be its own mount, regretful, shook his head, and said: "Since you don't want to use it as a mount, why bring it back to the forest farm!, let it go, let it return to the embrace of nature!"