I don't know who paved the wide stone road, stretching from the Great Wilderness to the infinite distance, Tang Xuanming has been walking on it for two days, and he still hasn't seen his head.

The wide gravel road, with occasional branches and forks, but Tang Xuanming firmly remembered Pihu's advice and walked on the road all the time.

As Tang Xuanming gradually deepened, there were already occasional human beings on the wide road, and even simple carriages could be seen every once in a while.

The humble carriage pulled by the domesticated black lin, Tang Xuanming found that every time such a carriage appeared, the people around him would show extremely envious expressions when they saw it.

"It's like looking at a Rolls-Royce, as for it?"

In Tang Xuanming's opinion, the carriage manufacturing technology on the road can only be said to be shabby, just a pile of wooden planks that have been randomly polished and put together.

It is similar to the most rudimentary ox cart in the countryside that Tang Xuanming saw in the Great Song Dynasty, but the material used is obviously very good, and it is difficult to break no matter how bumpy it is.

Occasionally, an unknown beast can be seen on it, which seems to symbolize the tribe from which the owner of the horse came.

Tang Xuanming didn't communicate too much with those people, and walked forward by himself.

But he doesn't want to look for trouble, but things will look for him.

"Wow, what a powerful beast!"

"It is worthy of the Cang tribe, and even the mount that drives the car has the blood of the dragon clan. ”

"It's the Red Dragon Horse, according to legend, this has a trace of true dragon blood, and has the opportunity to become a peerless beast like the Dragon Horse. ”

......

Walking on the side of the road, Tang Xuanming heard people exclaiming continuously.

Originally, he didn't plan to pay attention, but the four words of the Cang tribe made him can't help but look up.

A slightly luxurious carriage came from the main road, the carriage was red throughout, and the splicing between the wooden planks finally had a little beauty, without the feeling of the ox cart before, and barely went up two steps.

"It barely reached the level of ordinary residents of the Great Song Dynasty, and there is no way to pass on the craftsmanship, at most the kind that is famous. ”

Tang Xuanming commented in his heart, and countless people were already staring at the red dragon horse driving the carriage in amazement.

It was a strange horse with a body as red as blood, and its whole body was covered with fine red scales, and the horse's hooves were wrapped with a trace of flames.

The driver was a middle-aged man, majestic and arrogant.

Even a servant-like character driving a carriage has an unconcealed arrogance between his eyebrows, and he doesn't bother to look at the characters walking on both sides of the road.

And the people walking on the road don't need to say much at all, the moment they see the carriage, they automatically walk to the side of the road, and there is no need for middle-aged people to scold them.

When the middle-aged coachman saw such a scene, he smiled proudly and still scolded.

"A bunch of mud legs, get out of the way for me, don't dirty my carriage. ”

In the early years, he was also a member of this group, but by chance, with the triple strength of the Ant Emperor, he was able to join the Cang tribe, and in his opinion, he flew up to the branch and became a phoenix, and the gap with the original mud legs widened all of a sudden, and he was not at the same level at all.

Although he was just a coachman driving a carriage, in his opinion, he was far more noble than these lonely mud legs.

Everywhere he went, he was respected and looked at with admiration.

It gave him a sense of accomplishment.

"My identity is different. ”

The adoring gaze around him made him aware of this, and he could clearly see some of the anger hidden in his gaze, but he was indifferent.

Such an angry and feeble gaze was as useless as he had been back then.

In front of the big tribe, everything is empty, no one dares to confront me head-on, but 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 sitting down had rushed forward uncontrollably.

He was walking in the middle of the road, but he suddenly rushed to the side of the road and crashed into a young man dressed in animal skin.

"Royal!"

"Royal!"

He tried his best to steer the carriage and try to control its direction, but found that to no avail.

In front of the carriage, the young man also stood there dumbfounded, as if he was stupid by the sudden situation, which made him curse in his heart, and shouted angrily at the young man: "Get out of here!"

Tang Xuanming glanced sideways at the menacing carriage, the carriage driven by the red dragon horse pounced on him at a very fast speed, and the middle-aged coachman above had a hideous face, trying his best to pull the carriage and let the red dragon horse turn in one direction, but he was powerless to change it at all, and was roaring at Tang Xuanming frantically at this time.

The posture of the middle-aged coachman made Tang Xuanming change his mind, the sword qi condensed in his right hand suddenly dissipated, his footsteps lightly touched the ground, and the whole person was like a fluttering leaf, passing by the galloping red dragon horse.

And the originally restless red dragon horse galloped wildly for a while, and gradually regained its calm, and was once again controlled by the middle-aged coachman with two snorts.

Tang Xuanming, who was far away, could clearly hear the angry scolding of the middle-aged coachman, the whip was waved and crackled, and the carriage quickly disappeared from view, and the figure of the Cang tribe didn't seem to have any intention of making trouble with Tang Xuanming.

The gold in Tang Xuanming's eyes flashed, 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 frantically.

Tang Xuanming had a very bad sense of the so-called Cang clan, and he was taking the initiative to pick things just now.

It's just that the posture of the middle-aged coachman changed his mind, and although the middle-aged coachman was full of arrogance, he still tried his best to avoid pedestrians when the carriage lost control, and he didn't mean to hurt anyone.

"You're in luck. ”

Tang Xuanming patted the ash on his body, tightened the package on his back, and prepared to move on.

"Young man, it's okay!"

An old voice suddenly sounded in Tang Xuanming's ears, he turned his head to look and found a face that was vertical and horizontal, with one wrinkle after another filling the entire face, making the old man in front of him look extremely vicissitudes.

The shriveled body and stiff back all prove that the old man is not young, the vigilance in Tang Xuanming's eyes disappeared quickly, he has always had a good impression of the old man, not to mention that the old man still takes the initiative to care about him.

He tried to show a peaceful smile, and said, "It's okay, the carriage didn't hit me just now, presumably the rider is very skilled, and he mastered the direction of the carriage at the last moment." ”

"Ahem, it's good that it's not hurt. ”

The old man coughed heavily, stretched out his hand and slapped his waist, and sighed: "Don't worry about it, it's the big man of the Cang tribe, not something that we little people can touch." ”