Horses have a very sensitive sense of smell, and they use their sensitive noses to read everything in the world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info So an old horse can deal with all kinds of unexpected situations, they have enough experience and judgment of the road ahead, and they are sensitive enough to feel the dangers ahead.

The horse that pulled the cart for Chu Xiao was an old horse, already twenty years old. The horse was so experienced that the groom didn't even need to say hello, and the horse himself knew how to cross the potholes ahead. But there is one thing that is bad about old horses, that is, their physical strength is not as good as those sturdy young horses. After the struggle of coming out of the mountains, the horse was so tired that the groom had to ask everyone to stop and feed the horse some black beans for a while.

Chu Xiao was still sitting in the carriage, thinking about Duan He's words just now.

Duan He made a request, a request that Chu Xiao thought was almost impossible for him to do.

"Xue Yu." Chu Xiao called out, and Xue Yu hurriedly ran over.

"Do you think it's possible for us to help Duan He find his father? After so many years, I don't know if I'm still alive or not. Chu Xiao sighed.

"Master Chu, we should give it a try no matter what. I've been here for many years, and I have a lot of friends in the rivers and lakes, so I try to get everyone to find them and do my best. Xue Yu replied.

"That's all it can be." Chu Xiao was still sighing, his face full of melancholy.

Xue Yu didn't know what to say to make Chu Xiao feel relieved, so he stood aside and looked at the horses eating forage.

After resting for a while, the horse moved his neck and shook his head again to indicate that he could go. The groom hurried over to set up his horses and called for everyone to go.

Chu Xiao sat in the carriage with his head bowed, and the team left here.

Duan He left here after talking to Chu Xiao and his party, he didn't expect this group of people to find their father. But now Duan He has no good way, so he can only try them all.

Chu Xiao left here, and Duan He also left here, maybe Duan He and Chu Xiao didn't expect that the next time the two of them would meet again would be many years later. At that time, Chu Xiao was no longer the lord of a country, and he was covered in bruises. At that time, Duan He had long lost his arrogance, and he was also covered in bruises.

After all this tossing, it will be dark again. The rain on this day made people cry bitterly. I don't know how many people have to repair their houses, and I don't know how many vendors have lost a day's worth of food because they can't set up their stalls.

Yingshan is still some distance away from the city, and after walking dozens of miles, I haven't seen anyone else. Duan He looked at the moon in the sky, thought about it for a while, and decided to leave tomorrow.

I looked around for some firewood, but it was difficult to light the wet firewood, and it took a long time to raise a small fire. Duan He ate the remaining half of the baked cake, which was soaked by the rain, and it tasted like biting into a bowl of paste.

After eating something casually, Duan He adjusted his mind, the clothes on his body were not yet dry, Duan He suddenly remembered something, and took it out in his arms.

"A Thousand Constants"

After stroking for a long time, Duan He was slightly surprised. I don't know what kind of paper this book is made of, but the whole book is still so dry and there is no sign of getting wet in the rain.

By the moonlight, Duan He opened it and looked at it, and a total of twelve transformations were recorded on it. It is said that this is how the ancestors of the Duan family defeated the invincible Xie family, and later felt that this trick was profound, so they decided to turn the achievements they had studied into a book, which led to a thousand Changjue.

The first type: the hidden dragon is more ancient, and there are few outstanding people.

Just ten words contain all things, the sword is different from the sword, gun and club, the sword is full of spirituality, so the swordsmanship is divided into two schools. A kind of drawing moves, one move, one style, one board and one eye, learning is rigid but enough, and all the gains in the future need to be understood by themselves. There is also a kind of painting with words, just a few words but extremely exquisite, which is needed for great success.

Duan He thought about these ten words for a long time, and put the book back in his arms. This book condenses the painstaking efforts of the ancestors, and how can it be studied thoroughly overnight.

The nights were cold, and the tiny fires could not keep the cold away. Although it has stabilized, the local wind is still not small.

The night was extremely long, and Duan He felt like he had returned to the time when he was alone on the mountain in the first place. At that time, I was still so young, listening to the strange roars around the mountains, I didn't dare to sleep all night after night. In his hand is a long sword that is difficult to wield, but it has been like this for so many years. He didn't die on that mountain, but his heart died there.

After the night, it was bright and bright.

The sun always brings energy, and when the sun rises and illuminates the whole east, everyone can feel a kind of motivation from the bottom of their hearts. Unless it's a hot summer sun, most people love the sun most of the time.

Duan He stretched out his figure and wandered around.

Here is dozens of miles away from Yingshan, the trees are lush, even in late autumn, there are still trees full of green leaves. Duan He was looking for a place to stay, and this was also a good place to go.

"The world is like this, where can I hide?"

Duan He was entangled in many things, and Xianyu Wild Crane was not as simple as he imagined. Food, clothing, and use are all things. Duan He didn't think he was capable of doing this, at least what he wore was a big question.

The clothes on Duan He's body were forcibly dried with body temperature, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to his body like that.

So he flew up, and after a rush, he came to a small town.

He didn't know what the town was called, but he saw that it was crowded and ran over. The town is a little shabby, and there aren't many people on the streets.

Duan He searched for it, and finally found a cloth shop, pushed the door in.

The shopkeeper closed his eyes on the counter in the room, as if he couldn't sleep.

"Excuse me, make me clothes."

"The cheapest is eight cents, and the more expensive ones are a few hundred taels."

The shopkeeper's eyelids are also each, and he said sleepily.

"Make me an eight-dollar one, the sooner the better." Duan He said again.

The shopkeeper raised his head and looked at it, Duan He in front of him was extraordinary, holding a sword in his hand and being very energetic, with a handsome face attached to it, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a chivalrous man. The shopkeeper also cheered up and looked at the visitors.

"If it's urgent, it's cheapest for one or two."

"It's finished."

Duan He didn't say a word, took out one or two from his waist and handed it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper took it, and after giving a few orders, a few young men came out from behind, gave Duan He a good height and arm length, and took Duan He to choose the fabric, and then began to desperately make clothes.

Naturally, one or two pieces of silver can't buy any good fabrics, and after putting on new clothes, Duan He looks much more decadent than usual, and half of the chivalry on his body has been cut off.

"Thank you." Duan He thanked him and walked out of the house with his clothes.

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