As the saying goes, "look at the mountain and walk the dead", although Ma Wangfeng is clearly visible, it took Han Feng and his party two full days to walk to the bottom of the peak. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the first day, everyone arrived at the Prancing Horse Pass. Standing on the col and looking down, Han Feng understood what Ye Si's "Ma Mountain is full of red flowers, overwhelming, and very amazing" refers to.

In Ye Si's racecourse, he had seen thousands of horses galloping in the wilderness, and on the battlefield of Hongyuan, he had seen tens of thousands of cavalry galloping and charging, but these scenes were nothing compared to the horses in the Prancing Horse Pass, and they were not worth it.

However, at the Prancing Horse Pass, the expression on Meng Xianxian's face was faint, as if he was saying, "What's the big deal", so Han Feng was full of hope for Ma Wangfeng. Hope, hope...... At this time, he knew what "Xiji Mountain" was, and why it got its name.

After passing through the Prancing Horse Pass, the mountain road became more tortuous and steep, and to Han Feng's surprise, he had not yet encountered horse thieves, but had first encountered herds of mountain leopards and mountain wolves.

Wolves are social animals, but leopards have always been lone rangers among beasts, but I didn't expect that the leopards in Xiji Mountain were in groups. Except that the mountain leopard was smaller than the leopard he had seen before in Nagato Mountain, there was not much difference in aggressiveness. At this point, Han Feng knew why Meng Xianxian said that the wild horses in the Prancing Horse Pass had no natural enemies.

One of the horses in the team was accidentally bitten by a mountain wolf, in order not to delay the trip, Meng Xianxian had to let people leave the horse in the mountains to fend for itself, but the team just walked forward less than a dozen zhang, and then heard a terrible horse neighing, and then only echoes were left in the mountains and forests. Fortunately, the big man surnamed Zhu, Zhu Tuodu, had prepared twenty more empty horses for the team before, so the horses could be transferred in turns, and one less horse would have no impact on the team.

As for Zhu Tuodu's name, Han Feng also asked Meng Xianxian in private, only to know that the people of Luzhou regard themselves as the most powerful horse hunters, so many people name their children "Tuodu", hoping that the child will one day become the legendary person, and of course, he also hopes that the child can successfully catch the Wild Horse King.

After the turmoil of the mountain wolf and the mountain leopard, the group became much more cautious when they walked again, and even the jade-topped fire unicorn was more alert than before. Every dozen paces it took, it would raise its head and let out a whistling sound, as if to warn its surroundings that this was its territory, and because of this, the brigade was never harassed by wild beasts again.

However, Han Feng was worried that Tianma would not only scare away the beasts by screaming and demonstrating like this, but even the wild horses would not be able to stand it.

Meng Xianxian smiled and dispelled his concerns: "The best wild horse king will not be afraid of Pegasus. Maybe the Jade Top Fire Qilin will call it like this, but it will provoke people to come!"

Han Feng said: "I hope." ”

With such hope, Han Feng was a little disappointed when he came to the foot of Mawang Peak.

Mo said that he didn't see the horse shadow, not even the horse manure.

But Zhu Tuo was very experienced, and he immediately saw a corpse lying on the ground next to the hunter's stone.

It was the corpse of a Lingnan tiger, which had been dead for two or three days, so much so that in the hot summer, the corpse had begun to rot and stink, and there were swarms of flies flying around.

Han Feng frowned and stood beside Zhu Tuodu looking at the corpse, and saw that there was a deep hoof print on the tiger's abdomen.

The hoof prints were huge, almost twice as large as a foot black. The size of the hoof print often represents the size of the horse's body, which means that the horse's body is twice as big as a foot black!

Yizhang Hei is already the largest of the Chihua, and a horse twice as big as it - Han Feng is really unimaginable.

What surprised him even more was that the tiger had no other external injuries on its body except for this hoof print, which was obviously fatal to a hoof. The Lingnan tiger's left paw had a little flesh and fur on the tip of its claw, which was presumably caught by the horse before he died. From the fur, it can be seen that the horse's coat is gold and red, at least on the hind legs, the two colors are intertwined.

Meng Xianxian looked at the horse hair, carefully identified it for a while, and said, "It's the Golden Dragon." ”

The first time he heard a horse called "Dragon", Han Feng felt that his heartbeat had accelerated a little, and he secretly thought that if he could subdue this horse, it would really be a great joy in life. However, Zhu Tuodu's words were like a basin of cold water poured in his face: "Isn't it what the eldest prince wanted to catch three years ago?"

"Yes!" Meng Xianxian's hand tightened, "I didn't expect to be bumped into by us again!Uncle Zhu, do you remember what your father said at the beginning?"

Zhu Tuodu said: "The master said that this group of wild horses is the most he has ever seen, about eight thousand. And the bloody golden dragon should be just one of the wild horse kings, and there are a few others, judging by the color of the fur that fell at that time, it should be 'Xiaohan Horse', 'Money Peach Blossom Horse' and 'Moon Treading Snow Horse'. And there should be a king of kings further up there, and as for what it is, even the lord can't guess. ”

Han Feng was completely stunned when he heard this. Not to mention that the number of 8,000 horses greatly exceeded his estimate, and not to mention the names of those wild horse kings, which he found unimaginable when he heard it, just saying that there was a king of kings on top of this bloody golden dragon made him feel that one head had become two large.

Looking back at Mawangfeng, I saw that under the sunset, the dark red earth and stone seemed to be given life by light and shadow, and the appearance of this mountain peak was like a horse flying into the sky. For a moment, he almost fell into a hallucination, only to feel that the wild horse king he was about to submit was also such a behemoth.

That night, the brigade found a forest under Mawangfeng and set up a tent. The forest was surrounded by shrubs, and Zhu Tuodu commanded a few people to take wood at the gap and build some simple rejection horses, in order to prevent the camp from being rushed by wild horses in the middle of the night. However, wild horses can be prevented, but domestic horses are difficult to prevent. The fifty Chihua horses accompanying the team seemed to be aroused by the ferocious Ma Wang Feng in their blood, and some of them kept snorting in circles, and some of them even began to disobey orders, so that a big man in the team was directly lifted to the ground by his own mount.

Only a zhang black and a jade-topped fire unicorn can still hold their ground at this time. Han Feng pressed his hand on Yizhanghei's chest, only to feel that Yizhanghei's heart was beating much faster than usual, I don't know if it was because the blood was untamable, or because he felt the breath of the Wild Horse King and was uneasy. However, he could see that his mount was trying to overcome this panic, so Yi Zhanghei was much quieter than usual, and as soon as Han Feng got off his horse, it honestly stopped in the corner of the brigade, looking down and picking the young shoots in the bushes.

And the jade-topped fire unicorn is much better than the situation of a zhang black. Unaffected by its surroundings, it began to patrol the camp. Walking past a few restless Chihua, it would even go over and rub against them in a "condescending" manner—this comforting gesture made Han Feng look a little laughing. However, as funny as it is, it works.

As a result, the sound of the horses gradually quieted down as the people began to rest. Under Ma Wang Peak, there was only the gentle sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground, and the sound of men snoring one after another.

Night, quietly came.

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