Wang Xuance thought for a moment and said with some uncertainty.

It is said that the holy monk is extremely benevolent, and would rather suffer himself than see the sorrow of the common people. Could it be that the holy monk thought that the white horse was getting tired and the road was difficult, and he couldn't bear to follow the white horse to the west, so he was separated from the white horse here? ”

Speaking of this, Wang Xuance asked tentatively towards the white horse in front of him.

"Horses, is that so?"

Bai Ma glanced back at Wang Xuance, revealing a humanized look, and his high head nodded accurately.

"If that's ......"

Seeing this, Liu Yanchang couldn't help but pat his hands and praise. "No wonder the horses were quite annoyed when they heard that Xiao Sheng used the word 'abandonment', so it is so, this move is really the benevolence and compassion of the holy monk, and it is really a good story for the ages."

After a pause, Liu Yanchang was quite in a state of being angry, and he took a few steps left and right with the scholar's robe, if it weren't for the muscles all over his body to support the scholar's robe extremely tightly, it really had a bit of a sense of becoming a poem in seven steps.

It's a pity that Liu Yanchang is a scholar, and his talent is not top-notch, and he has wasted his knowledge for three or four years, so he has already returned all the classics he remembered in the past to Mr. Private School, where can he still chant poetry and do it right?

In the eyes of Wang Xuance and others with a faint expectation, Liu Yanchang clapped his palms and shouted.

"Good !!"

"I'd rather walk on the earth with my frail body, step by step westward, rather than suffer from the horses of the same country, worthy of being a Tang Dynasty holy monk, this ancient story will be passed on to future generations, and I don't know how many poems and wonderful endowments have to be achieved."

However, in the face of Liu Yanchang's praise, Baima couldn't help but step on the river beach, as if he was refuting something, and after stepping several times in a row, he finally calmed down.

This inexplicable scene made Wang Xuance and the others wonder, but Bai Ma couldn't speak after all, otherwise it would definitely tell these stupid mortals.

The holy monk is compassionate, but not weak!

Perhaps, Tang Sanzang ignored that there was such a living mouth as a white horse that he hadn't noticed, and knew where his roots were.

Then, Wang Xuance and the others simply checked within the range of Shepan Mountain, and then left a mark, and then planned to continue westward.

However, just as Wang Xuance and the others were about to leave, Bai Ma hesitated, but appeared behind Liu Yanchang almost in a step, and bit Liu Yanchang's collar with his mouth.

"Huh? Horses, is there something going on? Liu Yanchang turned around and asked.

The white horse nodded, then took a few steps to the west, and looked at Liu Yanchang again, as if expressing some meaning.

Liu Yanchang was stunned and asked guessingly. "You mean, let me take you with you?"

Hearing this, the white horse nodded.

Liu Yanchang refused almost without thinking.

"No, back then, when the holy monk thought of mercy and left you to live here, how could I take you to the west against the holy monk's wishes? Besides, it is said that the farther west you go, the more youkai there are, and it is too dangerous. ”

When the white horse heard this, he paused on the spot, and then suddenly rushed towards the deep eagle stream of Shepan Mountain.

"What do the horses want to do?"

Liu Yanchang, Wang Xuance and the others were startled and shouted almost in unison. "It's dangerous over there, the horses stop!"

Just now, when Liu Yanchang, Wang Xuance and others were investigating Shepan Mountain, the most feared thing was the eagle sorrow stream.

In addition to the terrain problem, what is more critical is that Wang Xuance and others found a lot of faint traces similar to Jiaolong near the Eagle Sorrow Stream, that is, it is likely that there are monster beasts and dragons inhabiting under the Eagle Sorrow Stream.

However, just when Liu Yanchang and Wang Xuance couldn't help but want to move to stop the white horse's move as if he had committed suicide by throwing himself into a stream, the white horse stepped on all fours, but he was galloping on the water as if he were walking on the ground.

？？？

Liu Yanchang, Wang Xuance and others.

Is this still a horse?

Running on the cliffs is okay, at most it is mixed with a little snow sheep blood;

The strength is strong enough to step out of the spider web-like cracks, and even if it is rare among the human races, it cannot be said that it is rare.

Moreover, with a strong man like Liu Yanchang who turned over the land within the Wuzhi Mountain, it was as easy as turning over half an acre of land, and Wang Xuance and others' receptivity also improved a lot.

But the picture of treading water, as fast as lightning, really transcends Wang Xuance and others' cognition of mortal horses?

The white horse, under a gallop, suddenly stopped on a stream, and then, with a high horse whistle, raised its forelimbs high, and suddenly stepped into the stream below.

"Boom!"

Under an earth-shattering sound, with the white horse as the center, under the aftermath, the calm mirror-like eagle sorrow stream suddenly set off a huge wave dozens of meters high.

Suddenly, a dragon-like roar sounded at the bottom of the stream at the same time, and a white-gray dragon came out of the eagle's sorrowful stream, without the slightest nonsense, and went straight to the white horse with its body of tens of meters, looking like the enemy was very red when he saw it.

And Bai Ma's vigorous body also moved, and under the stunned gaze of Wang Xuance and others, he fought with Jiaolong without the slightest concession.

"Boom ......"

The waves splashed, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and the battle between the two sides lasted for several hours, and Wang Xuance and the others were dizzy and couldn't help themselves.

It's just that there seems to be a gap in size, and as time passes, the white horse is faintly at a disadvantage, weaker and weaker, and between fighting and retreating, retreating all the way from the top of the stream to a mountain.

Just when Wang Xuance and the others hesitated to help the white horse, the white horse, which was originally gradually declining, suddenly stepped on the top of the mountain, turning into a white afterimage and instantly appeared at the head of the dragon.

Kick back!!

"Bang !!"

At that moment, I don't know if it was an illusion, Wang Xuance faintly saw that the dragon's head was twisted.

After a stick of incense, Wang Xuance and the others watched as the white horse bit the dragon's tail with his mouth, and dragged its corpse from the top of the mountain to the river beach step by step, as if there was some proof, and put the corpse of the dragon that was still gurgling with blood and blurred flesh and blood in front of them.

Master, white horse, go west!

At this moment, Wang Xuance seemed to understand such a meaning from the white horse in front of him.

Of course, trapped in words, Hakuba has always struggled to express his true meaning.

Traveling west to find the holy monk, the white horse is naturally looking forward to it all the time.

It's just that since parting with the holy monk back then, in addition to the continuous enhancement of the white horse's physique and intelligence, it also inexplicably has a strong instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, and that instinct tells it that staying away from the eagle stream alone will have unpredictable consequences.

Until, it saw Liu Yanchang......