Whether the ghost sends the gods or abducts people, since Daoist Fang has become a glorious underground worker, let's not talk about him for the time being.

so as not to be exposed.

It's time to talk about Qingyun, and we must talk about Qingyun.

As a peerless horse, the king of horses, Qingyun, who took the initiative to participate in the Great Patriotic War, was about to die of depression at this time. The so-called heroes are useless, and so is Yingma, Qingyun limped down his head and limped down the stone alley, and even the crisp sound of hooves sounded so lonely. Who should be Ling Yunzhi, four hooves to step on the world, of course, such and such setbacks are just a kind of tempering, and the ideal in the heart can never be erased, so it is better to endure it a little longer!

Qingyun told herself.

Of course, Qingyun is here to make contributions and go down in history, but this place is too small, and Qingyun can't show his fists.

What a pride it is to be a thing in the pool, but there is always a gap between the ideal and the reality, more or less.

It turned out that Qingyun thought that as long as he had the ability, he would come out.

Qingyun always believes that only with great skills, everything is not worried.

Qingyun is definitely capable, Qingyun's ability is greater than the sky, but Qingyun is white-headed.

Why is that?

Qingyun couldn't figure it out.

All in all, Qingyun's life in Liangzhou City was not good, and it can also be said that it was very bad: "Puff!"

Qingyun was angry, snorted with hatred, and kicked the corner of the wall fiercely: "Oh, the law-"

As a result, it hurts to the bone marrow!

The leg was injured and the stone was smashed, and at that time Qingyun was flying over the stone roofs with a vigorous posture, facing the countless big stones falling from the sky Qingyun was not afraid, tossing and turning with ease, as if he was dancing gracefully.

As a result, the front leg was hit by flying rubble.

It almost broke!

What do you say this is called? Who do you blame for this? When Qingyun fled into the stone stable like a frightened rabbit, the expression on his face was very similar to that of Daoist Fang back then. When a horse can't gallop in the open world, and all day long it is like a turtle with its head in its shell, you can imagine what it's like. Looking back on all the things that came here, what a painful memory it was, Qingyun's self-esteem was seriously hit, the fact is that Qingyun has been angry with hatred these days-

Qingyun regretted it, Qingyun was homesick.

But Qingyun can't go, because Qingyun wants to prove that he can.

In front of her.

Prove to all people, and horses, look.

When it comes to real wars, the importance of horses is self-evident, and there are many war horses in Liangzhou City.

There were three thousand horses.

But there is only one horse that is unique and dazzling.

It's rouge.

When Qingyun saw Rouge for the first time, it was like Awu seeing a peony for the first time, it was completely love at first sight, and he recognized you in this life, and since then an invisible reins have been put around Qingyun's neck, making it bind his body and fetter his heart, floating and sinking in the river of love. Yes, Qingyun has grown up, and he will be eight years old, and a young horse at this age is like a young man of twenty-one or two, of course, he will have many ideas and various impulses. Qingyun has matured and understands those things, but Qingyun has always been very determined, until he meets the graceful and beautiful rouge-

Men conquer the world, women conquer men, and so do people, so do horses.

Among the three thousand horses, Qingyun saw Rouge at first sight, and when Qingyun saw Rouge at first sight, he suddenly understood this truth, or the truth. The red of the flame clouds and the white of the frost and snow perfectly blended into the big black and bottomless deep pool-like eyes, and the green clouds fell into it at that time. It is this horse that should only be in the sky, how many times in the world can I smell it, the beauty of rouge Qingyun can't find any words to describe it, so I panicked at that time, and it was completely out of standard, behaving like a hairy young man with no experience, a junior brother: "You-"

Some are familiar, such as someone, the scene at that time is worth recalling again and again -

Ignore.

"I-"

Ignore.

"I'm Qingyun, are you?"

Ignore.

"I, uh, nice to meet you, it's a great weather today, haha! Well, you're fine too, well, nice to look at!"

Ignore.

“......”

Ignore.

The conversation failed, and Qingyun had nothing to say.

Rouge was chewing the grass at the time, calmly and elegantly, chewing one bite at a time, chewing until he was foaming at the mouth.

But in Qingyun's view, it is beauty, it is beauty, all of them are beautiful, noble and cold.

Qing was ashamed of himself, and even the bright coat color on his body was dimmed.

No longer proud, no self-esteem, Qingyun was suppressed for the first time in his life, and since then he has been suppressed, captured, and conquered.

No excuses, no reasons, that's love.

The process of pursuit is painful and long, Qingyun doesn't know what Rouge thinks in his heart, in short, Queen Rouge has said three sentences since they met-

"I don't know you. ”

"I don't want to know you either. ”

"Less of this!"

This is not surprising, there are those who slap the sycophants and are courteous, and there are those who are cold and frosty and ignore them, and the taste of the hot face sticking to the cold ass is not pleasant, and the strange thing is that no matter how uncomfortable the heart is, it is also good to use, which can be said to be sweet.

And never get tired of it!

It's not fun to go back and forth, it's okay to look for a draw, one word, cheap!

But Qingyun is willing.

Painful and happy, thinking wildly, Qingyun came to the stable where Rouge was for the one hundred and twenty-eighth time.

Rouge was in sight, and Qingyun was worried.

Legs, suddenly no longer hurt, Qingyun walked with his head held high with vigorous steps, walking past one war horse after another, like a majestic general reviewing his troops. In any case, Qingyun is free, and no one can compare to this, so Qingyun is an outlier here. The horses were quietly eating forage, resting, or neighing, but few of them cared about Qingyun, so Qingyun was still the uninvited guest with his eyes above the top: "Wicked!"

Qingyun scolded in his stomach: "Great villain!"

Speaking of the big villain, the big villain came out and squinted at the two old eyes with bad intentions: "The dragon's skull is protruding, the spine is flat, the belly is heavy, and the flesh is heavy, and those who have all three things are also thousands of miles away." Qingyun has always thought that Daoist Fang is very hateful, but Daoist Fang is nothing compared to this great evildoer, every time he sees a big villain, he always has to nag some inexplicable words in the mouth of a big villain: "The upper lip is anxious and square, the mouth is red and bright, the tooth and sword are sharp, and the horse is also." "To say that he is hateful is hateful, not only to describe the obscene face as hateful, but also to be old and immodest when he is old, he always peeks at Qingyun's crotch with his eyes: "The corners of the ears are one or two, and the reverse hair enters the abdominal belt, the flank ribs, the flank ribs-"

This person, over fifty years old, thin, with an oligarchic face and eagle eyes, is a six-grade servant of the imperial court, and is in charge of the chariot and the shepherd.

Name: Ma Qianli.

Nickname: Ma Wangye.

Another number: a gelding knife.

There is no doubt that he is the master of this place, in charge of the life and death of the horses, as well as love and hatred. But Qingyun didn't take him seriously, just like Xiao Fangzi didn't put the blood trace Xue Daxia in his eyes, Ma Qianli was proficient in the art of Soma, which was comparable to Bole. There is Bole in the world, and then there are Maxima, Maxima often has and Bole does not often have, at this time in front of Qingyun is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: "There are no eyes and no longevity lines in the nose, why, well, strange!

Qingyun is undoubtedly a thousand-mile horse, with mouth, ears, nose and hooves to describe all the roots and bones, and the strange thing is that Qingyun's eyes are black and white pure, and Qingyun's nose and forehead do not have any variegated textures. Ma Qianli can't figure it out, he has always been unable to figure it out, could it be said that the Soma Sutra is wrong? The fact is that Bole is not often available, and the horse is even more difficult to find, and Ma Qianli has never seen a thousand horses before this, although he has been with countless horses for many, many years: "Come on, come on, little pony, come and show the prince of horses——"

"Puff!" Qingyun kicked at the moment, and he didn't give him face at all, and the wooden fence collapsed and scattered all over the ground. Ma Wangye has three eyes, and the third eye is Ma Qianli's hands, this hoof Ma Qianli is oblique to jump out of danger to avoid, and his appearance is quite embarrassed: "Tsk, what a hard hoof! Haha, what a big temper!" "Yes! If it weren't for the fact that Qingyun couldn't be used here, Qingyun would have kicked him to death a long time ago, and it was good to get rid of this harm by venting his evil anger: "Puff puff!"

Qingyun laughed, mocked, and laughed shamefully.

He wants to touch Qingyun, he is to please Qingyun, but Qingyun is not a horse, can anyone touch it?

Just kidding, ask for your own suffering!

This is a wild horse, but also a fierce horse, difficult to train and tamed, and even more arrogant and individual, not to be touched. But in Ma Qianli's eyes, it is just a naughty foal, an uncarved jade, and the people who know horses best have always been people who love horses: "Lengtou Leng brain, Leng Tou is green!" Ma Qianli has already figured out Qingyun's temper, snorted and walked away, reaching out to touch the rouge: "Arrogance, I don't know what to do, haha! No wonder other girls ignore you!"

Rouge touched him, looking comfortable and comfortable, seven points of affection and three points of coyness: "Crunch!

Rouge is easy-going, of course, the soybeans in his hand, rouge also loves to eat.

Qingyun was very angry!

was even more angry, and immediately stepped forward with his neck raised, and tried to touch Rouge's neck with a lip kiss: "Puff!"

Rouge quickly dodged, like avoiding a snake and scorpion, and his eyes were seven points arrogant and three points disdainful: "Squeak! squeak!"

Why is that?

Qingyun was frustrated.

Because Qingyun is a flute-headed young man, a hairy young man, he doesn't know how to chase girls at all.

High-end atmosphere and grade, like peony, this is rouge.

But rouge is not a peony, rouge is a rose, and the shy rose opens quietly, and if you want to ask for it, use extraordinary means.

So three times, in vain back and forth, under the guidance of Ma Qianli, or under the lure, Maxima finally understood.

He is a bridge that leads to the other side.

Legend has it that above the good horse and the horse, there is a Tianma that says that the horse has clouds: the rib is ten good, the eleven is two hundred miles, the twelve are thousands of miles, and the thirteenth is a heavenly horse.

Ma Wangye finally touched Qingyun, and there were several flanks, and his number was twelve.

It's a Maxima, not a Pegasus.

Ma Qianli was surprised and delighted, but he was also a little disappointed, Qingyun is an ordinary horse after all, and he is a thousand miles horse with shortcomings.

He didn't know that the bones of Pegasus were born in the flanks and in the heart.

"Herod-Herod-" When the trembling lips finally kissed gently on the fiery neck, and suddenly the spring flowers bloomed, and the two hearts melted together, and there seemed to be something more in Qingyun's body: "Herod's law-"

With you in this life, there will be no regrets!