It was summer.

The sun is blazing, and the weather is sunny and dry.

In a pine forest, it's a different story. It was gloomy and dark, it was damp and sultry, it smelled of decay and blood, and there was an incomparably fierce battle going on there! Dozens of ferocious wolves surrounded Qingyun, and their blood-red eyes showed their white fangs and pounced on them one after another! Although Qingyun bravely fought back with iron hooves, he was outnumbered, and the appearance of blood splashing on his body was very miserable! Seeing that the situation was precarious, a generation of BMWs was about to fall into the belly of a pack of wolves, and its owner finally descended from the sky: "I'm coming!"

At that time, Fang Yin's swordsman happened to pass by here, seeing that his beloved treasure horse's life was hanging by a thread, how could he sit idly by! At that moment, the handsome swordsman flew forward with a loud shout, his clothes fluttering in a wonderful manner! Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, he suddenly rushed over and suddenly found that he had forgotten to bring a sword on his body, which was not good! Danger! 100,000 urgent! How could he fight with sharp teeth and claws with his bare hands! Don't be afraid, it will be fine, what kind of character is Fang Daxia? Since he was not afraid of danger, he fought bravely, shot it with crossbow arrows, cut it with a firewood knife, and drove it away with fire in an improvisation, and finally defeated the wolves and saved his foal, and his body was even more honorably wounded and bleeding -

It was Fang Yin who shot eight evil wolves to death with arrows, hacked three evil wolves to death with a knife, and killed and disabled five evil wolves with 36 palms of Yuqing, which can be described as heroic and invincible! Of course, those are not important, the most gratifying thing is that Qingyun, who has always been arrogant and domineering, is obedient and finally knows who is its true destiny! That said that in the evening, the world lost color and the sun was like blood, and a man and a horse left together in the wind of the cold mountain, which was a friendship with the joy and sorrow and hardship with his life.

The above are the memories of Daoist Fang Yin.

Of course, recalling this kind of thing, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes, omissions and fallacies over time, and the above is only the statement of Daoist Fang, as for this matter to Qingyun.

That's another version of the memory.

Some people say that horses have horse language, saying that that night Qingyun limped and was scarred, but he still came to his most beloved father with his head held high, and told what had happened.

That's how it turned out.

The following is a conversation between Ma Wang Qingfeng and his beloved son Qingyun -

"Father, I saved it from a pack of jackals. ”

"He, but the one you're talking about—"

"Yes, it's my slave. ”

"Don't say that anymore, he's a human being. ”

"It's just a humanoid monkey, if I don't happen to meet it today, I'm afraid it's long gone. ”

"My son, you're wounded again. ”

"It's a small thing, I kicked twelve jackals to death today, and it's—"

"How?"

"It cowered behind a tree, and cried out in fright!

"My son, you must know that people are not the same, and there can be no comparison between people. ”

"Don't mention it, Father, I want to hear your story, your story with him. ”

"Heh, you've heard it a thousand times, do you still want to listen to it?"

"Listen!

"Son, it's getting dark, go to sleep. ”

"Father—"

Here is the story of One Thousand and One Nights.

In the story, there are heroes who are generous and sad, women who are as beautiful as flowers, horses that are as fast as the wind, and those who have the power to fly into the sky. In this story, a man and a horse have traveled all over the world, to the desert where no grass grows, to the grassland where the world is the same, to the distant country on the other side of the sea, and to the magical place where the dragon flies and the phoenix dances. Yearning, extremely longing, Qingyun quietly listened to the story and slowly closed his eyes, fantasizing that one day he would be able to be like his father-

Qingyun stared at the past with wide eyes-

Fang Yin waved his hand enthusiastically-

No matter who saved whom at that time, no matter what the truth of the matter is, there are always some plots that are common. For example, the ferocity of the jackal, such as bloody battles, such as the common tribulation of life and death, but Qingyun looked down on him, Qingyun was a proud pony, Fang Yin grew up, Qingyun also grew up, the foal came out with a toned body, long limbs, more and more blue skin, and more and more elegant mane. Qingyun stood proudly on a corner of the cliff, his four hooves were like iron and his body was cast, his hair was like a flying phoenix, and his neck was like a dragon, which made Daoist Fang couldn't help but think of a good word-

Divine Horse!

"Qingyun-Qingyun-"

Qingyun ignored him.

Qingyun knew he was alone. But Qingyun never thought he was a real person. So he was it, and it was a humanoid monkey. You see that he is idle and has nothing to do, except for barbecue, he is in a daze, or he is just messing around with a group of long-tailed monkeys! Such a person is not worthy of being Qingyun's friend, so he is also Qingyun's slave! Qingyun doesn't want to deal with him, Qingyun will get angry when he sees his lifeless nest appearance, and Qingyun feels very faceless and embarrassed to be with him!

He doesn't run as fast as Qingyun, he doesn't jump as high as Qingyun, his fists don't have Qingyun's iron hooves, and he can't compare to Qingyun in any ability! What a waste, why is the gap between people so big? Look at that person, that fairy-like Su Zhenren, that is the object worthy of Qingyun's worship and admiration, just like his own father, so not angry and arrogant, and so kind to Qingyun to feel loving and kind: "Qingyun-Qingyun-"

The humanoid monkey called out loudly, waving a leg of lamb in his hand.

"Squeak! squeak!"

One hundred and eight also jumped and screamed, holding a chicken leg in his hand.

"Hey! I really can't do anything about it!" Qingyun jumped slightly, and then gently floated down the low cliff like a green cloud, and the strong four hooves stepped on the rugged mountain rocks, and the sturdy and graceful body rose and fell like a mountain antelope, agile and fast! Stepping on thousands of mountains and stones, walking bumpy ravines, Qingyun was no longer satisfied with the flat slopes and valleys, Qingyun was a young and strong wild horse with high aspirations! Qingyun is not even satisfied with everything in front of him, Qingyun is honing his skills and tempering his physique, Qingyun fantasizes that one day he will gallop across the world like his father, and use his four hooves to spread the universe of the world outside

Step on them one by one!

However, who was Qingyun's partner at that time?

Is that him?

Or is it?

Scold!

In an instant, Qingyun's four hooves flew over and rumbled, and he suddenly raised his front hooves high, and raised his head "Herod" with a long hiss.

The iron hooves fell heavily, and the monkeys scattered in a hurry! That king could not be provoked, and this devil could not be provoked! It is not that I have never seen such a mad one, and no one can look down on it with my eyes on the top of my head all day long, and once I see that you are not pleasing to the eye, your legs will be a hoof! Who can stand it? Anyway, the monkeys can't stand it, and they say that the monkeys are afraid of them like tigers, and they don't eat less, and they can't afford to hide if they can't afford to provoke them? Let's go, hurry up! This is a great plague god! Only one hundred and eight did not know the height of the sky, and still stayed in place and squeezed his eyebrows, scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks: "Squeak! squeak!"

Suddenly, he limped forward again, stretched out his little hand and carefully touched the horse's leg: "Squeak?"

Qingyun glared angrily, shook his head and shook his tail again and again to show his impatience!

But they didn't move their hooves against it.

For such a little hairy monkey, Qingyun really couldn't bear it.

Not really.

One hundred and eight poked out his little claws and touched them lightly, and quickly retracted them as if they were hot, opened his mouth and gasped twice, and then raised his arm and raised the roast chicken leg high, nodding and bowing his waist to flatter. Qingyun raised his head and didn't look at it, and his tail flicked with disdain. Fang Yin smiled: "One hundred and eight, Qingyun doesn't eat meat. One hundred and eight blinked and looked at his own king, as if he understood, and quickly put the chicken leg in his mouth, and climbed to the big tree with a snort.

In a moment, a small branch was broken and returned, and a few tender green leaves were on it.

Again, respectfully, raise it above your head.

"Haha! One hundred and eight, you really know how to make sycophants!" Boss Fang laughed, and the little monkey squeaked and screamed. If it comes to currying favor with the sycophants, one hundred and eight is definitely far better than the other one hundred and seven monkeys, and the reason why this little hairy monkey has to eat, drink and be pampered like that is because one hundred and eight has a very smart head. There is a way to reach out and not hit the smiling person, and I have to say that I don't wear a fart if I wear thousands of clothes, although the little monkey's fart can only be slapped on the horse's feet, but Qingyun has no way to take it-

Qingyun hissed and shook his head, like a sigh.

"Qingyun, let's go back to Baicao Peak. Fang Yin leaned over and picked up the little monkey, smiling and pointing to the side.

Qingyun was as if he hadn't seen it.

"Then let's go to the Nameless Spring and pick wild fruits, okay?" Fang Yin touched the little monkey and pointed to the other side with a smile.

Qingyun turned a deaf ear.

"Haha! you want to go to Happy Valley, don't you?" Fang Yin smiled suddenly, looking at the sky.

Qingyun then looked at it, and he wanted to raise his head!

Fang Yin laughed, raised his hand and put the little monkey on the horse's back: "One hundred and eight, grasp it!" One hundred and eight little hands blankly grabbed the long green mane on the horse's neck, and opened his mouth with a stupid expression: "Go! Go! Rush and rush, kill-" Boss Fang cheered loudly and galloped away first! Qingyun looked back helplessly, and the horse and the monkey looked at each other. Immediately the sound of hooves began, and suddenly there was a great noise, snapping, stabbing, booming, booming, like a war drum, like a torrential rain!

Happy Valley, that's Qingyun's home!

The poor one hundred and eight had to hold on to his long mane tightly, and his little figure was already in a state of distortion when he rose and fell: "Squeak squeak! Squeak!" The sycophant suddenly fell into bad luck, who do you blame for this? The king, the one hundred and eight don't ride a horse, one hundred and eight doesn't want to do this! One hundred and eight is about to die, I am a timid monkey, why do you put me on horseback, my God! No wonder the king never rides!

One hundred and eight, the eggs are shattered!

Happy Valley.

It is a gentle valley in the middle of the mountains, the stream is babbling and the grass is thick, and hundreds of wild horses are scattered everywhere grazing leisurely, and it looks so peaceful and serene.

"Qingyun, you're back. ”

"Yes, Father. ”

"Why did you bring a monkey?"

"It's two monkeys, Father. ”

"He's here again?"

"Here he is again, Father. ”

Half an hour later, he finally arrived.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, the red is hanging high, in this brilliant spring, Fang Daoshi rushed to Happy Valley out of breath, looked at the two big green horses on the hillside, and was in a trance for a while. That's the green wind, the green wind is higher, the green wind is bigger, the green wind has a deep and heavy momentum, which can be distinguished at a glance. This is Happy Valley, this is the Happy Valley in the mouth of the boss, although there are herds of wild horses here, but there are only these two horses with blue fur and no variegation-

Qingyun is generally dazzling, and Qingyun looks even more radiant!

In this bright spring, Qingfeng quietly stared at the handsome young man with his hair scattered, and his mind was a little dazed for a while. How similar, he was like his shadow, the eyebrows, the eyes, the lips, the hair, the grinning. It's different in the end, but the wild surname and the unruly surname Ren that reveal it in his bones are really exactly the same as him! Yes, Qingfeng is old, so old that he can't run, and his teeth are loose, but Qingfeng's heart is calm and content.

The old horse looked at the pony and saw his own blood continuing in the leap of youth, and saw the same brilliant and even more wonderful future! You listen, you listen, bang bang! Bang bang! What a young and energetic beating sound, that is the passion bursting from the depths of the fresh and hot heart, that is the footsteps of spring, that is the throbbing of spring, that is the wildfire of youth.

Burn, step over my body, step on my shoulder, continue my blood through my old soul, with the fire of brave and fearless youth, passionately and violently, burn!;