The light cluster landed, and the grassland suddenly lit up with dazzling red rays, and a loud sound echoed. After the light stopped, a circle with a diameter of seven or eight zhang appeared at the place of the explosion, and the circle was charred black, and both the silver wolf and the grass disappeared.

The black horse stood not far from the circle, a pair of large bright eyes, still a little frightened, obviously frightened by the power of the light.

It looked at Zhao Ziming on the high ground from a distance of dozens of zhang, hesitated for a moment, and trotted towards where he was, only bypassing the circular area where the blood flames burned.

Zhao Ziming's face was a little pale, the toss just now almost drained the blood and qi in his body, and at this moment, his strength was similar to that of himself before he broke through.

When the black horse ran to within ten zhang of Zhao Ziming, the latter's face changed slightly, because he found that the black horse's whole body was rippling with abundant blood and qi, and it was actually the same as himself, communicating the vitality of heaven and earth!

Fortunately, Zhao Ziming sensed the aura of goodwill from the black horse, so he resisted the urge to turn around and run.

The black horse approached, his head tilted slightly, and he snorted as if in greeting. Zhao Ziming hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and touched the top of the black horse's head.

Seeing that the black horse did not dodge, Zhao Ziming's face showed a smile, and regardless of whether the black horse could understand or not, he said: "Okay, man, I haven't seen you for so long, and you have also broken through." ”

The black horse took two steps back, shook off the palm on his head, hissed lightly, looked up at Zhao Ziming, and his big eyes showed an anthropomorphic serious look.

Zhao Ziming didn't know why, spread his hands, and said with a wry smile: "What do you mean? I don't understand." ”

The dark horse seemed to realize the problem, tilted his head in thought, and then blinked his eyes, and an invisible soul wave shot out like lightning.

Before Zhao Ziming could be frightened, the soul fluctuation had already submerged into his eyebrows, and in an instant, he seemed to have been hit by the immobilization method, and he was motionless.

This soul fluctuation contains a lot of information, the most important of which is a contract, expressed in a form that is very different from human writing, and should be the language of the exclusive beasts.

Zhao Ziming easily understood the content of the contract, that is, the dark horse hoped to form a partnership with him, and from then on to help each other and make progress together.

After absorbing this information, Zhao Ziming's body trembled and returned to normal, he frowned and pondered for a moment, looked at the black horse, nodded solemnly, and agreed to sign the contract.

The dark horse understood what he meant, let out a cheerful hiss, and shot out a soul power from his eyes, which sank into Zhao Ziming's eyebrows.

Zhao Ziming suddenly felt that there was a strange connection between him and the dark horse.

At this moment, there was an extra thought in his mind, which conveyed a deep joy to him. He reacted that it was the dark horse greeting him, and he also expressed his kindness to the dark horse in the same way through that connection.

Zhao Ziming tried this way of communicating with soul power for the first time, and couldn't help but feel very surprised, and asked the dark horse many questions in a row, but unfortunately except for a few very simple ones, most of the dark horses couldn't answer.

Back in the lowlands, Zhao Ziming introduced the dark horse to Ning Xiaoyu, she was quite surprised, and said: "I once heard an old lotus picker say that there are psychic beasts on the snow mountain, and I choose someone to accompany them, but I didn't expect it to be true." ”

Early the next morning, Zhao Ziming rode on a black horse and stretched out his hand to Ning Xiaoyu. At this moment, the black horse snorted heavily, and a thought came to him, expressing his unwillingness to let Ning Xiaoyu ride, no matter how Zhao Ziming asked in his heart, he just didn't agree.

Seeing the embarrassed look on Zhao Ziming's face, and then looking at the unhappy appearance of the black horse raising his legs and spraying, Ning Xiaoyu understood, she was not angry, she just smiled lightly, and reached out her soul power to cover the black horse.

The black horse was like a thunderbolt, and with a long neigh, the front hoof man stood up, almost throwing Zhao Ziming off.

I don't know what means Ning Xiaoyu used, the dark horse actually had a great fear of her, and he didn't dare to show arrogance at all, but let her jump on her back and sit behind Zhao Ziming.

The black horse is extremely fast, and when he let go of his temperament and run, he simply turned into the wind on the grassland, and in an instant, he ran from one end to the other, and before noon, he ran out of the Fierce Beast Ridge and entered the Black Wind Plain.

Zhao Ziming was originally worried about the sandstorm in the Black Wind Plain, but the dark horse gave him a surprise, he could predict the location of the storm within a certain range, so as to avoid it, and the speed was not affected at all.

Half a day later, the two of them had arrived at the dividing line between the plateau and the desert, where they met hundreds of people, all of whom were civilians, all of them in rags, with panicked expressions, and many of them helped the old and the young, dragging their families with their families.

Zhao Ziming and Ning Xiaoyu got off the horse, and the former stopped a young man with a dirty face and asked what was going on and where people were going.

The young man sighed, and told Zhao Ziming and the others about the major events that had happened recently, such as the invasion of the Divine Witch Kingdom, the emergency in Kyoto, the withdrawal of troops from Tianyan Mansion, the southward movement of Beimeng, and the establishment of the Li family in Yulin, and finally persuaded them:

"Go back to where you came from, the Northern Mongolian Kingdom has occupied Tianyan Province, and now they are moving the people of their country here, and wantonly driving and slaughtering our own people, we are forced to have no choice but to move to the plateau. ”

Zhao Ziming and Ning Xiaoyu listened, glanced at each other, and saw the worry in each other's eyes, the former was worried about the safety of his master, and the latter was concerned about his father's life.

So the two thanked them, got on their horses and hurried away, and on the way, they were attacked by two teams of Beimeng soldiers, and Zhao Ziming mercilessly killed the killer, leaving no one alive.

At dusk, they came to the junction of Tianyan Mansion and Yulin Mansion, Ning Xiaoyu said goodbye, and she wanted to take the road from here to Zhongdu Mansion.

After getting along for more than a month, and having feelings for each other, they suddenly separated at this moment, and both of them seemed to be blocked by something, unable to speak, and the atmosphere gradually calmed in silence.

After a long time, Zhao Ziming said: "Have a good trip." ”

Ning Xiaoyu said: "You too." ”

After speaking, she showed him a shallow smile, and then turned to face the sunset and left, the sun cast a slender shadow behind her, and a few yellowish autumn leaves floated in the air, setting her back so lonely, Xiao Suo!

Zhao Ziming's heart swelled with reluctance, and he suddenly shouted at her: "I'll go to you when I'm done!"

Ning Xiaoyu's footsteps paused, and a wisp of voice that was so light that even with Zhao Ziming's hearing, he almost couldn't hear it clearly, came with the evening breeze, "Lingyin Temple." ”

Seeing that Ning Xiaoyu's figure finally disappeared from sight, Zhao Ziming pursed his lips, turned over on his horse, and galloped away.

At the same time, on a silent volcano in Dahan Mountain, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes jumped out of the crater, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! I succeeded! I succeeded! I finally succeeded!"

It's early autumn, the summer is gradually harvesting, and the coolness is getting stronger. As soon as the sky was bright in the east, a cool breeze blew from afar, and a few muffled thunders sounded in the air, and then it began to rain.

Countless raindrops fell on the country roads, splashing countless tiny yellow dust. Dust seems to be tired of the creeping days, and takes this opportunity to rush to the sky and see the world. But the rain never stopped, and finally pressed it into the ground again.

At the end of the path, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and a black horse tore through the thin morning mist that had risen at some point, and its body was like lightning, and it swept by, and in the blink of an eye it was to the other end of the road.

An early riser squinted sleepily and yawned and looked at the place where the sound of hooves came, and how could he still see the shadow of the horse? Only a thin line of yellow mud footprints on the ground proved that someone had indeed passed by on horseback, but he had not seen it clearly because it was too fast.

The black horse passed through two vegetable fields, stepped over several ridges, crossed a mound, and finally stopped outside a hut, and immediately turned over a young man dressed in a single coat.

Zhao Ziming took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and gently pushed, the hidden firewood creaked open, and he walked into the simple courtyard with some apprehension.

The black horse followed step by step, his mouth moved slightly, a circle of white foam hung from the corner of his mouth, his body was steaming, and his muscles twitched from time to time, which was a sign of overwork.

After all, in one day, it carried Zhao Ziming across a distance of thousands of miles at the limit speed, and ran from Tianyan Mansion to Yulin Mansion in one go, and this kind of physical exertion was a great load even for its strong physique that had been tempered by the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

The door of the hut was ajar, the papier-mâché window shone dimly with candlelight, and Xu Wen's voice suddenly came from the room, "Is it Ziming?"

Originally, with Zhao Ziming's current cultivation, he could easily land silently, which was more clever than any light body exercises in the world. If he restrained his breath, even the strong man who opened the entrance would not be able to detect his approach.

But somehow, since he entered this courtyard, the faint uneasiness in his heart has been magnified hundreds of times, and he still has the heart to hide his tracks.

He answered, "Sir, I'm back." He took a deep breath and walked into the hut.

The room was furnished as it had been before he left, with a bed, a table, and two benches, and a teatray with a porcelain teapot and three small cups on the table. On the yellow mud wall in the corner of the room, hung the sword of the medicine monster.

But there was only one person in the room, Xu Wen sat on the bench next to the bed, facing the door, holding a wine jar in his hand. I haven't seen him for more than a month, and his appearance has changed greatly, his beard and eyebrows are white, his expression is haggard, and he is more than ten years old.

Looking at the empty bed, Zhao Ziming asked in a trembling voice, "Sir, where is Master?"

Xu Wen raised his head and poured a large sip of wine, letting the wine overflow from the corner of his mouth, wetting his beard, which looked a little messy because he had not taken care of it for a long time, before he said mournfully: "Canghai, let's go." ”