I stretched out my sword, gently brushed aside the dense branches of the bushes in front of me, and walked slowly forward to the sound of hooves. The sunlight passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, swaying a dazzling halo of light, as if there was some unknown secret treasure hidden somewhere in the forest ahead, and in a trance, people couldn't help but want to move forward. As the bushes dwindled in front of me, I felt the brighter and brighter my eyes, and the dappled light and shadow of the forest seemed to be a magical secret path, as if it were spreading into the distance that I would never reach, and as if it was only one step away from the end.

I stumbled forward for a long time, and just as I doubted whether I could still get out of this dense forest, all of a sudden my eyes suddenly opened up, all the leaves and shadows of the trees had faded, and a xiaxia lawn appeared in front of me. The tender green and bright blades of grass were slightly swayed by the breeze in the forest, rolling up waves of different shades, and some pink flowers swayed among the blades of grass, as if they would fly away gently at some point. A shallow stream flows through the middle of the lawn, and the sound of the murmuring water seems to be reciting a quiet prose. From time to time, the stream splashed up, scattering a thin mist in the air, reflecting the sunlight, faintly drawing a light rainbow. The sun was as warm and bright as it was now, as soft as a veil in every inch of air, but it was so crystal clear, so clear that it was not mixed with a single impurity.

It should have been an unbelievable and bizarre event that such a treeless lawn could be hidden in the middle of the forest, but I didn't feel anything strange about it at the time—or rather, I didn't have time to think about it at the time.

That's because, at that time, all of my jīng gods were attracted to an animal in the middle of the lawn.

It was a horse, with a long neck, strong hooves, and a long flying mane, all showing the proper form of a horse. It was standing by the stream at this time, sometimes looking around, sometimes burying its head to quote the stream, the satin-like black and shiny masè actually folded a spear-like sharp luster in the sunlight, and pierced people's eyes with a stinging eye, and the dazzling face at the lower end of the four hooves was not so much "white" as it was a trace of smashing the cold winter soaked in ice and snow.

But is it really a horse? Looking at its lofty and upright appearance, I couldn't help but hesitate a little. Have you ever seen a horse like this, so proud, so graceful, that its eyes are like a wise man and a warrior? Just by looking at it standing there silently, you feel that it does not seem to be an animal that actually exists, but a majestic mass, a string of passionate notes, a generous poem, and it is not drinking, but playing, singing, dancing, yín. It is like a nightmare that shatters your dreams and enters reality, swallowing your soul in a single glance, making your heart dance with it, and letting your blood run with it.

Or maybe it's just a horse, the only creature in the world that deserves the name "horse", and the other things we see similar to it are just lower beings that exist under the name "horse" but have nothing to do with it at all. If the mission of a horse's survival is to run, then it is running, even if it stands there motionless, it makes people feel like an irresistible wild current, running recklessly, just looking at its leisurely gnawing grass, people can't help but run with it, want to run with it with their lives; If the jīng god of a horse's life lies in roaring, then it is roaring, even if it is standing there quietly staring at a weed, it seems to be roaring, it roars with every muscle on its body, every blood vessel, and even every ma, and uses its own life and spirit to produce a roar called "sheng", the roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, which was moving; Or the pride of a horse comes from its elegance, then it is elegant, every time he looks up like a duke, every time he paces like a prince, it has the eyes of a queen, and has the graceful body of a princess, and when it finally begins to run, it is as solemn and majestic as a real king, and nature seems to be prostrate under its hooves, looking up at its tall figure in awe, and showing supreme respect to the jīng spirit of this mountain field.

Its name is "The Wild Horse King of the Honzeklal Woodland", but it means nothing to me. All I knew was that this was a horse that would belong to me and that would belong to me alone, and the thought of it lit up my mind like a bolt of lightning. I can't remember the last time I believed in something so conclusively like this. I felt an uncontrollable longing in my heart, and it felt so strong that I felt like my heart was beating in an instant. The feeling of longing was so strong that for a brief moment I was afraid to approach it, and instead wanted to turn away and run away.

It didn't give me a chance to escape. As I hesitated, it seemed to have had its fill of water, raised its head to the sky, and snorted, turning and running into the jungle behind it. It seemed to be pacing briskly, showing no sign of strength, but in the blink of an eye it was at the edge of the forest, and its form was about to disappear at the edge of the jungle.

Almost instinctively, I shook off one of the reins and slipped away towards it. The magically blessed rope struck the horse's neck with unmistakable accuracy, and almost instantly, I felt a wild force come from the rope in my hand, and it jerked me forward. At this moment, I seemed to hear the sound of painful pain in the joints of my own arm.

I struggled to steady my footing and interfere with the beastly creature on the other side of the rope, but I never succeeded. The king of the woods seemed to think that his dignity had been insulted, and he spread his hooves steadily, and shook his head violently with his head bowed, trying to break the rope around his neck that bound him to freedom, and that alone he had pulled me beyond my footing. I was swaying like a branch in the wind, pulled by the rope in my hand, and it didn't look like I was trying to tame the wild horse, but more like it was playing tricks on me.

In less than ten seconds, the Mustang easily broke the rope. The most expensive straw rope I've ever seen was blessed with magic, and when it was broken, it disappeared without a single piece of turf, and we can see how desperate the bastards of this monopoly business are making money—if the shitty enchanters can take half of the magic that makes the straw rope disappear and reinforce the rope, I guarantee that no one will need to buy a second one.

The freed Mustang King was not willing to be insulted like this, he glared at his big eyes and hissed, and his wild whistling sound carried the effect of "Fear Roar" skill, as if it would directly hit your jīng god without passing through the eardrum. My will was shocked in an instant, and there was a faint hint of awe and fear in my heart, so that my body could not react immediately. By the time I came to my senses, it had already rushed in front of me with lightning and knocked me headlong into the air. I felt as if I had been hit by a ballista, and the bones in front of me seemed to be snapping into my chest and digging deep into my gut.

For a moment, I saw a cloud shadow in the sky sweeping towards my feet, and after a moment I realized that I was flying backwards with my back to the sky, and I clearly saw a line of bright red letters "-234" floating above my head.

Fortunately, my years of hard training as a samurai and my rich experience in adventurous combat allowed me to quickly recover my consciousness, and as soon as my back touched the ground, I bounced up as fast as I could to face my opponent. At the same time, the furious steed was snorting and roaring and raising its hooves at me, as if it wanted to make up for it while I was down.

Instead of letting it succeed, I threw the reins again as fast as I could. When the rope of the red sè was wrapped around its neck again, the steed in the woods immediately stopped charging and swayed and struggled again.

My luck didn't get much better this time than last time, and the reins didn't last longer than last time. Soon, the Bronco King broke free of the rope once more, and rushed at me with a scream of rage.

Fortunately, this time I was fully prepared, instantly activated the "Cheering Heart" effect attached to the Battle Samurai Badge, cleared the effect of the Wild Horse King's roar, and then raised my shield to resist the violent blow with all my might, and began another attempt to tame it before it could attack again.

……

Even now, in retrospect, it was one of the hardest and most glorious battles of my life. You know, I have raised my sword to meet the enemy countless times in my life, at the cost of life and honor, with sharp weapons and strong armor to fight against the opponent, and there is no lack of the great cause of defeating the strong with the weak and outnumbered, but this kind of rough fighting, although dangerous, is not difficult - in fact, the battle of exchanging iron and blood for dialogue is never difficult, it will appear when you are in it, it is more dependent on the desire to survive and instinct to fight, you just need to know that you are still alive and want to continue to live, that is enough.

And at this time, it seems that for the first time in my life, I am not fighting to defeat my opponent, not to destroy my opponent, but to win my opponent, I am not fighting with my own blade, let alone to harvest my opponent's life, it is more like a race than a battle, two fiery souls are competing with each other with the toughest and proudest thing in their lives, it is to win freedom, and I am more like to win its recognition. On the miraculous lawn in this dense forest, by the clear and bright stream, a man and a horse shouted loudly again and again, and swayed sweat and enthusiasm in the blazing sun, which is a heart-warming life experience that makes people's hearts hot, and it is a hearty explosion of life in the name of "green".

It's been a long time since that happened, and when I'm stronger, stronger, even more powerful enough to be almost omnipotent, I no longer feel the urge that springs out of my veins, that enthusiasm that seems to have a spark flowing in my veins, ready to burn at any moment.

Looking at the docile and well-behaved old guy around me, I really wanted to ask it if it still remembered the events of that time, our first meeting. Since when? It seems that we have lost the desire to forget all distractions for a moment, and only want to consume all our brute strength to do something stupid. Even though our bodily functions have never aged, our hearts know that the mark called "green" has unconsciously disappeared from our lives.

……

I don't remember the first reins. Twenty? Thirty? Or more? I didn't care if it was worth it, I didn't care if I could buy a horse in the auction house for the price of the magic reins I had consumed—and even now, I had almost completely forgotten my original intentions, neglected my purpose, and stopped thinking about whether I could successfully tame the wild beast in front of me.

At this moment, what drives me to keep working hard is a simple and reckless self-esteem, a simple belief that "I don't want to give up sooner than that horse". I was not convinced by the sight of its arrogance still running freely there, as if it did not take me seriously in the slightest, and that was all.

At the same time, I can feel that my chances of taming it are getting bigger and bigger. From being pulled by it at first, to now being able to tug on the reins for five paces, and even have a chance to touch its mane, I feel like I'm getting closer to success – no one gives up when they see it approaching.

If—I mean if—if I ran out of reins at this point, and someone stood by and sold me the reins, I could have bought one for ten times the price—even the lowest grade of green reins.

Thinking of this, I really realized: I really sold the reins too cheaply when I sold them before......

Finally, at one point, I held on to the rope and managed to stabilize my figure, approaching its side step by step. This time it behaved more docile than before, and although it struggled at first, slowly it seemed to get used to the feeling of a rope around its neck, and gradually settled down. I didn't rush the rope closer, but kept the reins in a semi-tight state, which could restrain its movements to a certain extent without further irritating its nerves.

When I stepped within a step of its side, I quietly let go of my right hand holding the reins and slowly stretched out to its sideburns, and said in a whisper:

"Don't be afraid, man, don't be afraid, there's nothing to worry about, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to get to know you a little more......"

As my hand landed softly on its neck, a soft touch pierced into my fingertips. It was a feeling that was hard to describe, vivid and clear, yet gentle and comfortable, like a breeze passing through my fingers, and like I had caught a warm lightning.

Warm lightning? That's a strange description. But if that's not the case, how can I make you understand the tactile sensation that is so smooth and bright that it feels sharp and yet so warm and vigorous that you can't bear to let go?

But to my surprise, the moment my hand touched its skin, the majestic horse seemed to be greatly frightened, or because it had been violated, it suddenly burst into an unquenchable rage, and suddenly its front legs lifted off the ground, and the man stood up with a loud roar. It was only then that I truly realized what a majestic steed it was, and when it stood up, it was almost as tall as me, and its muscles carved out of granite bulged high, and every inch seemed to be filled with violent power. When it stood up suddenly, it was as if a huge black mountain rose in front of me in an instant, and it was like a dark cloud under the sky. From my current perspective, the black beast stretched its entire body upwards, and it seemed that it could fly through the air with just one kick.

The red reins that were enchanted with magic were instantly tightened, and I don't know if I did hear it or if it was just a knee-jerk illusion, and a groan of "creaking" that was overwhelmed by being torn to the limit seemed to be coming from the end of the rope. I am very sure that if this wild horse is allowed to struggle like this, the magic reins of a blink of an eye will be broken and torn apart again, and my efforts will be in vain.

Just when I had almost accepted this defeat in my heart, suddenly, a crazy thought burrowed into my mind—or rather, it didn't pass through my mind, but directly to my nerves and muscles, causing me to make a knee-jerk action in a split second:

With the tremendous force of pulling up the reins, I swooped upwards with all my strength, rolled over and jumped onto its back. Its back was so supple that I nearly slipped off it. Thankfully, I grabbed the reins tight enough while trying to clinch my legs around its waist and try to hang myself on top of it.

The sturdy man of the horse was clearly defenseless against my sudden attack. It snorted and squealed, then began to leap up and down. Every time it jumped to the highest point, it would volley up its hind hooves and try to throw me off my back. To be honest, I've never experienced such a bumpy moment in my life, every time it jumps, I feel like I'm being thrown into the sky with a force, and every time it hits the ground, I feel like my internal organs have been hit hard.

And that's far from the worst thing.

You know, I'm straddling its back, and it obviously doesn't have any equipment on it at the moment. Even though I tried my best to hold its body, it would inevitably be thrown a certain height every time it jumped, and when it hit the ground......

You know

There are always some pampered and disease-free people who complain and complain in this world, and when they encounter a little frustration in xiaxia, they cry and shout that they have encountered these unlucky things, which is really a "pain in the egg". Seriously, I despise those empty talkers who talk about it for granted - where are they that I have experienced the taste of "egg pain" so personally after field research - and he has ** not only once, but again and again again and again......

Knowing that today, I was far ahead of my class, and that I had the skills and time to recapture a higher-level, more powerful mount, but I consistently chose my old buddy as my only vehicle and went on my adventures everywhere. It's because of our friendship so much that I can't bear to abandon it, but I can't deny that it's hard to muster the courage to change mounts when I think about it.

Oh yo, it really hurts......

Just when I thought I was going to be thrown off and fall to death, thank God to the gods, he finally gave up the desperate bump and plunged headlong into the dense forest.

Wouldn't it be depressing, old man, if you knew that if you jumped two more times at that time, I would have fallen off my horse and scurried with my head in my arms, or rattling in my crotch, to be exact?

I had never seen a creature run so far in such a dense jungle, and the sloping branches of a tree were as dangerous as a sword and spear to me. At this moment, there are only two things I can do to prevent myself from being stabbed off by a branch: one is to lower my body as low as I can, and curl my upper body on the back of the horse under my crotch; Second, he could only pray for the protection of the supreme god Darimus over and over again in his heart.

Unable to look up, I could only see the extent of a patch of land under my feet. It seemed to me that the steed was not running at home, but flying close to the ground. The specks of light in the woods were like meteors speeding backwards, gradually converging into a stream of bright light, which flowed quickly before my eyes. Some advanced alchemical academic masterpieces have mentioned that if the degree of an object can pass through the light, it can transcend time, travel through history, and become the master of time. Riding on horseback, for a moment I did have the illusion that we had crossed the limits of light and time, and had already left the jungle and walked through a tunnel of time and space formed by the convergence of light.

I don't know whether it was because of fear, out of despair, or because the wild gallop had stirred up some wild part of my veins, I lay on my horse's back and began to cry out loudly. When my hoarse voice pierced through the depths of the forest, a dripping catharsis rushed out of my heart.

"It's not enough," I cried out as I leaned on my horse, "do you dare to go any faster?" ”

Its ears flicked to the sides and made a loud snort, as if in response to my provocation.

"You can't get rid of me, hahaha, you want to get rid of me in your life," I howled like crazy, "You are mine, you can only be mine"

The horses roared proudly, and the manes were cold in the wind.

At this point, a fork in the road to the right appears ahead, which seems to lead to higher ground. It took a sharp turn and turned into a fork in the road.

The road was much smoother than the previous one, and the trees were no longer as dense. Without so many dangerous branches, I can already look up.

When I raised my head, I saw that there was a broken valley in front of me, and there was a distance of two or three zhang from this end to that end, and the dark river under the valley was rushing, and there was a loud roar, and once I fell, I am afraid that I would not even be able to find a complete corpse.

I must have been scared at this point, and I think, in retrospect, I did seem to feel some kind of fear at the time. But for some reason, a strong desire drove me to cling to the horse's ear and cry out uncharacteristically:

"Fly over, baby, let's fly over" I even let go of my right hand that was holding the reins and pointed forward with all my might, and the feeling of rushing in the wind was intoxicating. I didn't tame the horse, but in this moment, I seemed to be able to feel it, feel its blood rushing, feel its heart beating, it was like a part of my body. I am sure that it will carry me over the valley, as if I were sure that my right hand can bsp; In the blink of an eye, we had come to the edge of the broken valley, and the horse's four hooves were wrong, and the hind hooves seemed to have stepped in front of the front hooves at this moment, and then leaped forward......

The wind swept past my ears, swift but quiet, and the whole world became lighter at this moment, like my body, flying.

I was not at all worried that the horse would not be able to cross the valley, but I was a little sorry that the feeling of unbridled exuberance was so short that it was over before one could savor it.

There was a soft "snap" as the horse's front hooves struck the rocks on the other side of the valley, oh, this side of the valley now, and the whole body rushed over. After this beautiful leap, it did not run wildly, but slowed down, slipped lightly twice, and then stood still.

At that moment, a dark green aura enveloped us with men and horses—oh, this time the taming was finally successful.

Adventure Notes message: The King of the Bronco of the Honzeklar Woodland has been tamed by you, please choose the name of your mount.

Yes, I should give this horse another name. Out of my knowledge of the world, I knew that perhaps in a few moments, on the forest lawn where I had met him, a wild horse king of the woodlands of Onzeklall, who was exactly the same as it was in both masè and physique, would reappear, and perhaps it would not be long before another brave and resilient adventurer would tame it as his mount. I believe that there will be many, many Mustang kings in the woodland of Onzeklar, and this is the only one that belongs to me and is standing under my crotch.

It needs a name, a symbol, a mark that sets it apart from everything else in the world.

I thought about it, and a strange but affectionate name inexplicably appeared in my mind:

"Mountain Snow ......," I said to it with a gentle stroking of its ears, "...... I'm going to call you mountain snow