(Reminder, I borrowed the last two chapters of the "Chongxu Sutra"...... And there is a paragraph that will be borrowed later...... Hehehehehehe Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ）

"Did you hear that?"

After being helped to the stable, Langba suddenly held on to the wooden fence, his face full of fascination.

The way is to see, and now to listen. Han Feng looked at Langba's ears almost immediately, for fear that the elder would be stimulated by something and make a more bloody move.

Of course, Langba did not take drastic measures, he just held the wooden fence in front of the night tightly, and "looked" at the night with a face covered with a white cloth.

The night is restless, and even Xiaozhuo is not at ease.

A Chinese man knew the power of the night, and seeing that the heavenly horse was only a stone's throw away from the blind man, and his eyes were quite unkind, he hurriedly took Langba by the hand and said, "The master better stay away." ”

Lang Ba shook his hand and said, "You didn't hear it." But I can hear it very clearly now, it's night, it's Xiaozhuo. ”

He astonished all by pointing out two horses with unmistakable accuracy, though he often wandered in the stables when he was not blind.

And Langba's initial excitement at this time seemed to have gradually passed, he was a mortal body after all, and the severe pain made him gradually unable to support it, so he slowly sat down with his support on the wooden railing: "I...... I ......" He trembled in pain, and he couldn't understand what he could say.

Fortunately, the imperial doctor's medicinal soup has been decocted. The brown soup had a strange smell, and she didn't even want to look at it, but Lang Ba took the porcelain bowl and swallowed the hot bowl of medicine with a tilt of his neck.

"Shhh...... Hee ......" The hot potion rolled through his tongue, making him numb, and the pain in his eyes was much less at this moment. In addition to the anti-serum toxicity effect, this medicine also has an excellent analgesic effect, so that the tongue that has been scalded out of many large bubbles only feels itchy.

Langba's stomach warmed and his spirit shook, he raised his head, and although he couldn't see the people in front of him, he still faced them, as if he was lecturing to them. Everyone stood in front of him, obviously above his head, but at this time everyone felt as if they were a head shorter out of thin air.

Han Feng and Qing Qiu had both seen such a battle, and they couldn't help but glance at each other, their eyes showing surprise.

This is the array that Zhan Zhongqi used when he was plotted by Zhifeng in the mountains, at that time, his essence was still that thin and backbone old man, but in the eyes of everyone, he was like a mountain and a mountain, insurmountable. Although Langba at this moment is small compared with Zhan Zhongqi at that time, this heart is the same, and this principle is the same.

"He really worked hard. Han Feng said secretly in his heart, and at the same time faintly mentioned his momentum, so as not to fall behind-facing Zhan Zhongqi, he may not have the courage, but after inspecting the obstacle of understanding, he is already completely sure of dealing with the person in front of him. What's more, in front of these outsiders, he must not be overpowered by Langba, even if Uncle Langba is just unintentional.

Everyone was taken by Langba's spirit, and they couldn't help but move closer to Han Feng's side. In their eyes, although Han Feng was not as unattainable as Langba, he was unpredictable. If Langba is a mountain, then Han Feng is a cloud. The mountain is high and the wind is strong, the wind is rolling, and he always surrounds Langba, rising slowly, not in a hurry or slow.

Others, on the other hand, are no less than the vast crowd of beings standing at the foot of the mountain under the clouds. They looked at the top of the mountain and thought that the cloud was the top of the mountain, but they did not know that there was a mountain above the clouds, and only the cloud could see the true face of the mountain under the sun.

Lamba didn't know what was happening, he only listened to the sound of the stable behind him, and then he said, "The sound of the horse's breathing is very different. The breathing sound of ordinary horses is thick and disorderly, but the breathing sound of the king of horses is long and powerful. ”

The people present looked at each other, no one really took what he said seriously, only Han Feng and Qingqiu were concerned, but Qingqiu stood in the crowd, even if he used all his strength, he could only hear the noisy breathing of people, where could he hear the breathing of horses.

Still dare to ask and speak: "Uncle, I can't hear anything." All I could hear was the wind blowing, and at best I could hear the dead grass in the stable. I can't even hear my own breathing, how do you hear the horse's breathing?"

Langba smiled, and the wound, which was already slightly numb, became a little stinging because he was squeezed by this smile. He gasped and said, "Silly girl, I'm not listening with my ears, I'm listening with my legs." ”

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground at the moment, his legs touching the earth, no different from the legs of ordinary people. Li Jian glanced at it in a daze, and then looked at Han Feng, with an unbelievable expression on her face, as if even she had to admit that Langba was crazy when she arrived at this time.

But Han Feng understood what Lang Ba meant, and even he deeply understood what he said. In the forest of the cangwu in order to save the widow, he once "looked" with his hand, his hand on the ground, and then he felt that he saw everything that he could feel on his hand, every hair became his eyes, and even the earth that touched his hands became his eyes.

The earth was joined together, and Lamba sat on the ground, and the horses stood on the ground, and the brown earth joined them together. In this oneness of the world, it is not only the earth that is the ears of Lamba. Even the horse itself became his ears.

He didn't need to listen, he just needed to relax, feel the horse's breath and feel the flap of its nose.

It was the slightest tremor, but in Lamba's feeling now, it was as if he was sitting on a cushion full of feathers, and he floated in the air, and the wind blew the cushion and fell and fell together...... And he also rises and falls, fluttering and fluttering......

This kind of wonderful feeling may only be understood by Han Feng, who has also broken through barriers.

Han Feng didn't say anything, because he was also standing on the ground, and he believed that Langba at this time could understand that he understood.

Sure enough, Langba smiled warmly in the direction he was standing, and that smile was extremely gratifying. Afterwards, Lang Ba no longer explained to Lijiao, but continued: "Xiaozhuo is the king of horses, but the breath of the night is different from it. ”

Qingqiu asked, "How is it different?"

Before Lang Ba could speak, Han Feng had already answered: "Xiaozhuo's breathing is long and powerful, orderly and orderly, but the breathing of the night is sometimes long, sometimes rapid, sometimes silent and breathless, and there is no regularity at all. ”

"Exactly. Lang Ba nodded, "It was the wind blowing on the map of the Pegasus, and I knew that the old prince asked me to identify the world by breath." I am blind in my eyes, but from now on, I have all my eyes, so what is the use of having these eyes?

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