Luzhou can be regarded as the center of the red dust in the south of the Yangtze River, and the distance from Futao City, Xiangcheng, Fengcheng Huadu and even Qinghe City is not far away, so in this era of war, Luzhou has always maintained a rare calm. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The business of military horses has improved a lot with the continuous beacon fire, and Luzhou is crowded with an endless stream of horse merchants, and among these horse merchants, the most wealthy is the local Meng family.

Since Meng Feiran became the in-law of the king of Yue, he has become the real head of the family in Luzhou, and even the city lord Lian Hou Lian Yun has to concede three points to him. And he had a very close relationship with Lian Hou, but due to the change in status, the friendship slowly became estranged, and even only the face work remained.

Lian Hou is gentle by nature, and among the princes and ministers, he can be regarded as the most down-to-earth and humble. He has a good relationship with everyone, but he has not reached the point of colluding with the party, so after the incident of Meng Feiran marrying King Yue, he did not feel honored, but felt a little headache. Meng Feiran's presence for one day means that he Luzhou stands by the side of King Yue for one day - and this is what makes Lian Hou uneasy.

Impartiality and righteousness. This is the inscription in the middle hall of the Lian Hou Apartment.

However, in today's world, if you don't have deep friendship, you will have evil. It was difficult for Lian Hou to ride a tiger, so he simply locked himself in the deep courtyard every day, in addition to studying, he invited a few local rich gentry to come to discuss, more than elegant, but not enough to clean up.

Fortunately, in the troubled times, all doors and courtyards want to sweep the snow in front of their own doors, as long as they can protect themselves, they don't care about other gains and losses, and they don't want to make more waves. And when there was really a contradiction that was irreconcilable, these people could no longer think of Denglian Houmen to find an idea—more people turned to Mengfu.

The official door is full of birds, and the Meng Mansion is ushered in.

When Han Feng and the others arrived in Luzhou, they saw such a strange phenomenon.

He had several encounters with Meng Feiran, and he still wore that mask. Although he remembered the way to find Chihua Horse in Xiji Mountain, he always wanted to ask the Meng family to inquire about the current situation, so after the group settled down in Luzhou City, Han Feng went to the Meng Mansion alone.

Unexpectedly, although there were countless gift boxes and fruit baskets outside the door of Meng's mansion, Meng Feiran was not in the mansion.

"Prince Huyan...... My lord is really not here. The porter of the Meng Mansion looked at the "thorn" and letterhead in Han Feng's hand, and was a little embarrassed.

"Thorn" is a card that indicates identity, and ordinary people use paper thorns, and some of them use silver or gold foil, but Han Feng made it of ivory as soon as he made his hand, and he dazzled the eyes of the gatekeeper. And although his identity on the "stab" is fake, it is also very noble-

- If Meng Feiran is the king of the southern horse, then Huyangong is the veritable king of the northern horse. The king of the North Horse settled in Fengguan Mangcheng, this time Han Feng went out, the Marquis of Manghou specially called Huyan Gong to his home, and asked him to write a letter to the King of the South Horse, in which the letter said that the youngest son of the King of the North Horse was old, and he wanted to increase his knowledge, so he disguised himself as a medicine merchant and went south to Xiji Mountain, hoping that the King of the South Horse could mention more.

Although there is competition in the business of the North and South Mawang on weekdays, they are divided by the big river, and the business is clearly distinguished, so they are also very friendly with each other. Seeing that the other party was the youngest son of the King of Northern Horses, how could he dare to be lazy, so the apology was out of sincerity and not adulteration.

Han Feng was slightly stunned: "Master Meng is not here, but he went to Xiji Mountain?"

The man said, "Not really. The lord went to the Windy City flower capital ......"

"I see. Han Feng suddenly felt in his heart, thinking that he seemed to have heard Zhan Fan say that Zhan Kang's child was not feeling well, and it seemed that Meng Feiran had also gone to visit his grandson. Since Meng Feiran was not there, Han Feng asked a few more names of the stewards of the Meng Mansion in his impression, but now the horse business is too good, and the people who come to the Meng Mansion to do business have everything they want, these stewards are unbearable, taking advantage of Meng Feiran's absence, they are busy with the "serious business" of business outside, and the huge mansion, except for a few female dependents and account rooms, apprentices, and bodyguards, there is not even a housekeeper.

Han Feng was a hit on the head, so he had to turn back to the inn in a daze, and early the next morning, he led the way and led the group to Xiji Mountain.

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Han Feng walked the old road. Because the forest roads are all driven by horsemen, even Wanrou rides a pony to follow everyone. Han Feng was afraid that she would not be used to riding a horse several times, and when he looked back at her, he saw that she was riding a horse steadily, and the horse was also proper, one person and one horse, and her temperament seemed to be destined by nature.

Han Feng held Jiuzhuo's ashes in his arms and whispered, "Jiuzhuo, you're back." ”

I don't know if it's because the horse business is too good that the wild horses in Xiji Mountain are missing, or for some other reason, Han Feng always feels that walking on this road is no longer the feeling he had when he first came. He remembered that at that time, he rode a black zhang and followed Meng Xianxian, and after a short time, he saw a red shadow passing by in the mountains and forests, which made the trip full of surprises.

However, thinking of Meng Xianxian, Han Feng's brows suddenly jumped slightly, remembering something that he had forgotten for a long time. Meng Xianxian's mount is the jade-topped fire unicorn, which is a heavenly horse!

Thinking of the surprise he was when he saw Meng Xianxian's mount at that time, and then thinking of the various good horses he had seen over the years, Han Feng secretly shook his head, Meng Xianxian's is not a pure heavenly horse, it is not as good as the "night" of Lijiao, and when it comes to physical strength, it is far from being as good as Jiuzhuo, presumably it is just a descendant of a top-notch heavenly horse.

Just thinking about it, Han Feng and his entourage had unconsciously passed the Prancing Horse Pass and came to the field where they had seen the mountains and red flowers before. Han Feng thought that he would see an empty lawn at this moment, but at a glance, he saw a herd of red horses, like a fire that ignited the field, reflecting half of the sky.

However, the horses did not run, as if they were being pulled by an invisible force, they stood together, lined up in a phalanx, and stared at Han Feng—or rather, at the urn in his hand.

Han Feng only felt that his hands sank, as if the eyes of those horses had turned into substance, and they were all condensed on his hands. It was an unbearable weight of life, almost weighing him numb and stiff.

And at this moment, Han Feng remembered what Na Tuodu said to him after that. The woman had said that Jiuzhuo would never be subdued, and that it would always be the king of horses in this Xiji Mountain.

Sure enough, Jiuzhuo was born as the king of horses, and died as the king of horses.

The red flowers all over the mountains and fields walked silently with the team, neither moving forward nor far away, it seemed that they were only escorting. Zhan Zhongqi is a person who is accustomed to seeing the world, so he naturally doesn't care, Wan's eyes are only Han Feng alone, and he doesn't pay attention to the changes in the situation around him, only Zhang Lejin and the ten people are a little restrained, but after a journey, they see that those wild horses don't have the intention of rushing into battle, so they relax.

At this moment, the group has come to the foot of Mawang Peak.

Han Feng turned over and dismounted, and was about to find a piece of land to bury Jiuzhuo's ashes, but a gust of wind struck, and the tightly covered ash jar was rolled up from his hand to the ground.

Han Feng snorted lightly. With the strength of his hands, no one in the world could snatch anything from him, let alone just a gust of wind. And the urn seemed to have a life of its own when the wind came, and it seemed to instinctively want to get out of his hand, instinctively want to fall to the ground.

The urn shattered at once, and the wind turned into a breeze, like a mother's touch, or a lover's embrace...... The breeze protected the ashes and steamed up, straight to Mawangfeng, in an instant, Mawangfeng seemed to have become nine burns, towering between heaven and earth between the clouds and the clouds, wanting to break through the clouds and fog, and walk above the nine heavens.

Gradually, the dust and mist dissipated, and a red shadow appeared on the summit.

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