A new four-cornered cornice.

There is a plaque on the pavilion, which is engraved with "Ten Mile Pavilion".

In the border area, such an ordinary ten-mile pavilion will be built every ten miles.

I heard that such rules are derived from the late Emperor Xuan.

Therefore, nearly ninety percent of the ten-mile pavilions in the border pass were built in the period of the first emperor, after decades of long years, the previous ten-mile pavilions are all some of the dilapidated.

However, in order to meet the upcoming personal expedition of the new emperor, those county guards in the border passes who were unwilling to let go of even the blood of the soldiers were unprecedentedly generous.

said that it was to welcome the new emperor, and he was willing to pay out of his own pocket to renovate the Shili Pavilion.

As for whether this self-paid pocket is his own pocket or a warehouse.

Border gates, it's all the same.

Outside, the emperor's order is still not subject to it, let alone these frontier places that don't know how far away from the emperor.

In the ten-mile pavilion, Wu Chen was alone, and after more than a day of hiking, he finally saw a little bit of smoke.

Lying straight on his back in the Ten Mile Pavilion, he was out of rest.

If the mustard seed realm of this secular dynasty under the mountain was really created by Xuan Zu, then why did it suppress Xuan Xiu so much?

Wu Xiu's body is almost unaffected in this secular world, and of course, absorbing spiritual power and Xuan Xiu are still the same.

Xuan Xiu's entry into the mustard seed realm under the mountain is like a big fish resting on a deep beach, and Wu Xiu's entry into it is just a gallop in the sand, although it is slower and more tired, but it is still fine.

Suddenly, Wu Chen got up and looked not far in front of him.

Bursts of thunder sounded like a rush of thunder. Getting closer.

When he sensed one of the familiar feelings, Wu Chen smiled lightly and hid his figure in this ten-mile pavilion.

Ordinary martial arts cultivators are galloping in the sand in the worldly world under this mountain, but he Wu Chen is like a fish in water, and the dragon swims in the abyss.

There's no way, your own territory.

The thunder roared, accompanied by the neighing of horses.

At the corner of more than 100 meters or so in front of the Shili Pavilion, a thin yellow old horse that was tired was the first to reveal most of its head.

Urgently it was a whole thin and unshapely old horse body.

On the back of the old horse, a young man with a helpless face on his face fell along with the horse's back, and the young man was also jolting.

It's just that the old horse's back spine protrudes high, so the young man's feelings are naturally indescribably uncomfortable.

Of course, the discomfort on the horse's back is only secondary, and the real discomfort still comes from behind.

Compared with the wailing and neighing of the thin old horse under the young man's seat, the passionate sound behind the man was particularly strong and powerful.

The horse's hooves fell, and the thunder rose again and again.

Wu Chen looked at the man in a thin green shirt on horseback with a twisted face, and suddenly arrived worried.

Because on the other side of the Shili Pavilion, the sound of horses' hooves also sounded in the direction of the man in the thin green shirt.

Crying like thunder.

Behind the thin man in the green shirt, three dark horses surrounded a red horse, chasing the young man in the green shirt who had ridden the old horse before.

The three men on the back of the swarthy steed, and the two who were a little farther away from the jujube red horse, were all warriors in simple clothes.

The face is full of awe-inspiring color.

On the back of the swarthy steed that was far away from the jujube red horse was an old man in a wide robe and a fairy style, and the old man was carrying a long sword.

And on the back of the jujube red horse, there is a handsome man who looks more than twenty years old.

The eyebrows are like hidden swords, and the black hair is better than the three swarthy horses on the side, and they are meticulous.

Dressed in a black simple horse costume, but the black clothes are secretly embroidered with a gold thread dragon picture, and it is attached to each other with the gallop of the red Baojun that is difficult to buy.

is envious of others, which makes people's lives unsatisfactory.

Just at the corner of the old horse under the crotch of the man in the thin green shirt was only a few horse's hooves away from the general and the Shili Pavilion, and four different horses galloped out one after another.

Behind the red horse opposite, there was a swarthy steed that was the same, but above the steed was a sturdy man with a sword, shirtless and armless, with a standard border man's face, and a piece of soft armor tied around his waist.

Two medium-sized horses that are not tall or short and are somewhat yellowish.

On horseback sat two men in armor tied with inverted triangular tulle.

Hang a strong arrow on the left side of the horse's back, hang a quiver on the right side, hang a scimitar-bladed knife on the back, hold the reins of the horse with one hand, and hold the horse in the right hand.

Standard Bianguan Biao riding single riding equipment.

It is said that when the original Emperor Shiquan raised the flag for the second time to attack the border, the one left behind was recorded in the Imperial Capital Yanwu Academy for the younger generations of royal children to specialize in the dangerous battle.

The battle with two hundred horsemen, running through the opposite side of the border country famous for its iron cavalry, a full two thousand heavy cavalry front and rear battalions.

With one enemy and ten, it is still known as the "Immovable Tower" like heavy cavalry.

At that time, the two hundred tiger horsemen who followed the first emperor on the horse and the iron horse, the distance from the record was to cross the yellow horse, bundle the yellow armor, wear the yellow scarf, carry the knife, hold the trace, and bow and arrow left and right.

The outfits of these two riders coincide.

The two yellow horses were followed by a light-grey horse, not very strong.

The most peculiar thing is that on the horse's face, a long oblique knife mark runs from the forehead to the nose.

It was an old wound, but there was a thick scab on the horse's face, but just looking at it made people feel a palpitation.

Looking closely, there are no longer a few scars on the horse's back, which makes people feel innocent, or what perseverance has allowed this light gray-haired horse to survive to this day.

The scarred light gray horse also has an unforgettable peculiarity.

It was a pair of horse eyes of a light gray horse, and if others looked directly, they could clearly see a rich indifference in them.

It's strange and weird.

On horseback was an ordinary-looking young man, a face that was white, but it was featureless.

Belongs to the kind of people who can never be found again if they are thrown into the crowd.

The tired old horse, I don't know if it was really powerless, or there were pursuers behind it, and now there was an interception in front of him, and he knew that there was a dead end, so he simply slowed down his pace first, and then fell to the ground softly with a "poof", foaming at the mouth, stirring up a large area of flying dust.

The old horse fell to the ground quickly, and the young man in the green shirt on the horseback did not seem to be proficient in equestrianism and familiar with the habits of horses.

Otherwise, he would not have bought this old horse at a price far more than three times that of a good bird.

Fortunately, the merchant who sells horses is still a conscience, he has not sold an old farmer's horse, although the horse under the seat of the young man in green shirt is old, it is a real war horse, and it is the kind of person who has seen a big scene on the battlefield.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so strong and persevering.

The old horse fell, and the young man in the green shirt on the horseback flew in response.

Unswervingly, it just fell into the Ten Mile Pavilion.

Face to face.

The young man in the tulle shirt raised his head and coughed several times in succession.

Outside the Ten Mile Pavilion, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves stopped.