Although this horse was not a god horse, it was in the prime of life, and he had eaten enough forage, so he let go of his four hooves and galloped south.

In autumn, the frost and cold wind have frozen the land as hard as iron, and the sound of hooves echoes across the grassland.

Zhao Yuankang's riding skills were not too exquisite, and he didn't dare to run indulgently, so he had to move forward at a uniform speed.

The man who is good at controlling horses in the grassland can not only make various dexterous movements on horseback, but also manipulate the speed and direction of horses.

In the flight of the wind and fire, they are the prairie eagles. Overlooking the world, proud of the crowd.

In the city, the vehicles are congested and you can't drive anywhere, but in the vast grassland, you can go as you want, regardless of the limit.

It's two hundred miles from Toron. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and at the current rate, it was completely possible to enter the heart of the Duolun Grassland before dark.

On the way, I met several horse teams, pulling furs and other things to transport, although there are now many modern industries into the life of the grassland people, they are still accustomed to traditional fur, meat, animal husbandry as the main source of life.

It's like a tiger being kept in a cage and no longer given to live creatures to eat, it really degenerates into waste.

Although they maintain some traditional living customs, they no longer have ambitions, just to survive, as a part of the prosperous China.

Zhao Yuankang had no intention of cherishing the scenery around him, and walked all the way, through the vast withered grass, to the depths of the Xilin River.

After two hours of walking, he stopped, and this ride made him almost fall apart.

This horseback riding is not the same as driving. There are comfortable seats in the car, which can be adjusted, and the protection of the lower back will be in place. And this horse, only the saddle can sit, grinding the buttocks, he still does not have superb riding skills, can climb on the back of the horse galloping, he can only bend over, straight waist control, so that the back has no support, therefore, he felt very tired, can only stop and fall on the grass to rest.

A cold wind blew, like a knife blowing, and he couldn't help but feel cold.

Although the jacket is thick enough, the lower body is also put on warm pants, Martin boots are on the soles of the feet, and deerskin gloves are on the hands, which can completely resist the wind and frost.

But it is also necessary to show your eyebrows so that you can observe the surrounding route, and this wind is enough to feel the chill to the bone.

From his backpack, he took out half a jug of mare's milk wine that the old man Abdu had given him, and drank it in a big gulp.

Mare's milk wine is warm in nature, and has the effects of dispelling cold, relieving tendons, invigorating blood, and strengthening the stomach. Known as Yuan Jade Jelly, it is one of the "Eight Treasures of Mongolia". In those years, Kublai Khan once served mare's milk wine in a golden bowl and gave it to ministers who had made military achievements. Since then, the Mongolian people have used the golden cup to offer mare's milk wine to their honored guests.

The golden bowl of jade syrup has become the highest etiquette for Mongolians to entertain guests.

This mare's milk wine, not like liquor, beer with grain fermentation, the alcohol content is higher, it is made of fresh mare's milk fermentation, only 1.5-3 degrees of alcohol content, after drinking not on the head, does not hurt the stomach, does not damage the liver, no vision, is praised by many drinkers as "drinking does not hurt the body".

After a while, a warm current traveled all over his body, and he used the air flow to guide it and disperse into the limbs, and the whole body was a lot more comfortable, and the fatigue just now disappeared.

He got up and took the young horse, jumped on it, and galloped on. The Sunset Racecourse would only appear for a short time, and he had to get to the area before it got dark to find the entrance and find the treasure of fate.

After walking for more than two hours, it was almost six o'clock, and finally arrived at the core area of the Duolun grassland.

Located about 40 kilometers north of Duolun County, there is a 20-kilometer-long deep ravine, in which the Serpentine River meanders, and the trees on both sides of the valley are towering, and the branches are intertwined, mysterious and deep.

From the valley floor upwards, step on the soft golden sand, look up at the blue sky, and become one with nature.

Looking into the distance, the blue sky and white clouds are long, the sheep and geese are in a hurry, the place where heaven and earth meet is a touch of green, and the grassland is undulating, like the waves surging, showing the most magnificent natural landscape of the prairie.

At this time, the afterglow of the sunset is like gold, sprinkled on this quiet mountain road, the ancient road west wind, as well as him and the green horse, quite an ancient artistic conception.

He also spontaneously developed a kind of pride and ambition to dominate the world, and strengthened his confidence in the future to control the world and subvert history.

He tied the horse to a tree in the col and left it to nibble on the turf alone. He hid behind a half-man mountain rock, waiting for Sunset Racecourse to reappear.

The sun is setting in the west, and the sky is dark and eerie. A few long birds chirped, piercing the clouds and drifting away.

Suddenly, from far and near, the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves sounded, and it seemed that thousands of horses were roaring, neighing, echoing in the deep valley.

But there was not a single horse to be found, nor a speck of dust to be raised. And he clearly heard the sound of countless war horses galloping by.

He was busy turning his heavenly eyes, and a faint golden light shot out from between his eyebrows, reflecting the scene in the valley.

Sure enough, a group of war horses entered from the mouth of the valley in an orderly manner, stepped on the desolate and rugged mountain road, ran to a mountain beam, and disappeared into the saddle-like mountain about ten meters high and about five miles long.

This may be the soul of the military horse who fought on the battlefield with the Mongolian army, although he has become a soul, but he still does not regret his original choice, and after his death, he still loyally follows the Mongolian Great Khan, walks all over the steppe, and protects his homeland.

The dark green mountain may be the entrance to the Sunset Racecourse. Thinking of this, he leaned over to follow the last dozen horses with his backpack.

When he walked into the mountain and looked into the sky, he saw clearly that on the rock, a rare three-meter-wide wooden door was open, and the horses entered through the door in two teams.

When the last horse entered, the wooden door gradually closed.

Zhao Yuankang secretly said that it is not good, if this door is completely closed, it will not be able to enter the Sunset Racecourse, and he doesn't know when it will be opened again, it seems that blood and tears prompt seven days, maybe this is this opportunity.

He quickly dived forward and leaped in front of the hidden wooden door, which left only a gap half a meter wide.

Suddenly, a gust of wind erupted from the door, blocking his progress. He is already within reach at the moment, is it just like this, being ruthlessly blown away?

He was in a hurry, seeing that the gate of fate was in front of him, but he couldn't move on, and the gate was shrinking inch by minute.

Ah, he shouted violently, his whole body strength was concentrated on the eye of the sky, and with a bang, a golden light as thick as an arm shot out, instantly blasting away the surrounding black wind.

There was only one person left in the door, and he didn't hesitate to stride sideways and rush through.

The rocks squeezed his shoulders and arms, but he was able to enter before the door closed.

Behind the rocks was pitch black, bottomless, and the road under your feet was flat and open. He hurriedly turned on the flashlight and shone into the depths of the cave.

The cave is about seven or eight meters wide and about four meters high. From the bottom to the top, it forms a gentle slope of 45 degrees, in the shape of a trumpet, which becomes thinner and thinner the further inward.

He was standing at the mouth of the horn at this time, and the mountain gate behind him was closed, so he could only move forward to find a way out. And this is the ruins of the legendary Sunset Racecourse, and that treasure should be here.

Once you have entered Baoshan, how can you return empty-handed? With a flashlight in his left hand and a peachwood sword coated with cinnabar in his right hand, he cautiously walked forward.

The yin wind swirled in the cave, whistling like a knife, he picked up the sword technique, stabbed into the air casually, stirred it hard, and then cut off the sound of the wind and dissipated into nothingness.

As he climbed steeper, his speed slowed down significantly, but the Martin boot under his feet had a firm grip on the ground, allowing him to go up smoothly.

Bang bang, there was a loud noise above his head, and he looked at it out of the corner of his eye, and he was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.

More than a dozen rocks the size of a bull's head were tumbling down from above, completely blocking his path.

He often listened to the long spear robe with commentary, among which Liu Lanfang's "The Biography of Yue Fei", there is a section on the noble pulley, which is similar to this kind of rolling wood and stone loaded on the iron car and put down, using the inertia of thousands of catties to smash the enemy.

This rolling stone carries the power of a hundred catties, and the power is superimposed to an unimaginable extent, which is simply unstoppable.

He quickly rolled to the side, and the boulder grazed his clothes, almost smashing her into meat sauce.

It's dangerous! It's dangerous! He let out a sigh of relief and looked up at the mountainside.

Two one-meter-long gray-white wolves suddenly appeared, with green eyes shining and looking down.

Mongolian steppe wolf !?

This extinct species, the indomitable warrior of the steppe, is here to guard the mysterious treasure.

And these two wolves, huge in size, with upside-down manes and sharp claws kicking the ground, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.

Wolves are ferocious and ferocious, never flinching, and they can do whatever it takes to kill their enemies, even together.

He stood with his sword twenty meters away from the two wolves, and in order to obtain the treasure, he had to kill the two wolves.

Fight, in order to live, rush forward!