Ling Feng thought so in his heart, thinking that this was the best way, so he quickened his pace and prepared to go to a nearby inn and borrow a pen and paper. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But this mountain road was rugged and tight, and it was extremely similar, twisting and turning, Ling Feng didn't know where he had come. Coupled with the heavy cold and smoke in early winter, Ling Feng stopped in front of a thatched hut unconsciously.

This thatched hut is also some distance from Ling Feng, but at this moment, it is a wilderness, it looks desolate and desolate, and when he suddenly sees a family, it is also very kind. Just as Ling Feng was about to move forward, perhaps asking the owner of the thatched hut for a way out, at this moment, suddenly, a wild horse galloped out of the horse pen on the side of the thatched hut, the horse had four white hooves, and its body was pure black, which was a little strange. At this time, the horse's four hooves soared into the air, neighing in shock, and with a strong wind, it galloped towards Ling Feng's side.

At this time, the door of the hut should have opened, and a peasant figure rushed out, he was about fifty years old, slightly short, with a hunched back, and his body was shaky, but his steps were still sharp. When the old farmer saw Ling Feng standing, he ran towards this side and shouted, "Young man, help the old man stop the horse, don't let it run away......

"Yes!" As soon as Ling Feng's words fell, his body spun around, and the volley swept in the direction of the horse's running. Although Ling Feng's light skills were not perfect, he was also considered to be a number of names in the rivers and lakes, and he stepped into the air with his spirit, thinking that he would be able to catch up with that wild horse soon.

But the fact is that the horse is tall, well-proportioned, with a dexterous head, strong limbs, and strong bones, and when its neck is raised, and its roar is powerful enough to shock the four sides.

Ling Feng secretly said that he was careless, underestimating the horse's ability, he ran parallel to the horse, but there was a certain distance away, the horse seemed to have spirituality, and actually visited Ling Feng, but he still didn't stop stretching out his eyes.

The man's desire to conquer rippled in Ling Feng's heart, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he made up his mind that he must tame this wild horse. Just as Ling Feng was thinking about it, he unconsciously ran to a ditch.

Ling Feng screamed, worried about the wild horse, and was about to land to pull the horse's reins. Unexpectedly, the horse raised its hooves on all fours, leaped three feet, and stepped over the ditch with ease.

Ling Feng exclaimed again, of course, at this moment, with praise and incredulity. Ling Feng completely forgot the breathless old peasant family in the distance behind him, who was hurriedly chasing and running, completely forgetting that it was already dark and about to rain, and even more completely forgetting what night it was.

As soon as Ling Feng raised his breath, he unconsciously sped up a little faster, but it was obvious that he was a little tired, probably because of the battle with the Red-Faced Walker just now, breaking through the tough steel consumed a lot of Ling Feng's strength. On the other hand, the wild horse, the more he runs, the more energetic he becomes, and it is not an exaggeration to travel thousands of miles a day. Obviously, the horse had already regarded Ling Feng, who was in the same company, as a rival in the competition, and the horse was running, and from time to time he looked at Ling Feng, who had slowed down.

Suddenly, Ling Feng screamed again, hurried and panicked, because a cliff not far away came into view. And the horse, still running forward frantically, did not know it.

Ling Feng let out a long roar, swept away with all his strength, pounced, grabbed the reins, and he turned over and got on horseback. Pull hard, trying to pull the horse back and turn around.

The wild horse raised its hooves to the sky and barked, its body had already turned around under Ling Feng's pull, but its hind hooves retreated, and it was about to go to the edge of the cliff. Ling Feng on horseback was almost hanging on it, sitting unsteadily, he wrapped his hands around the horse's neck, stroked the horse's hair, and said gently: "Don't be surprised, don't be surprised, don't be surprised, don't go back, keep running forward, go back to the old farmer's side......"

In this way, Ling Feng read it twice, and the horse seemed to understand Ling Feng's language, and he really didn't retreat anymore, and the screaming sound stopped. Seeing this, Ling Feng was overjoyed, turned over and got on the horse, pulled the reins, and drove away, "Drive!"

When Ling Feng saw the old farmer again, it was about three miles away from the thatched hut, and he saw that the old farmer was already sitting on the ground, looking tired and panting. Seeing Ling Feng riding his horse, a smile actually appeared on his vicissitudes cheeks. The old farmer beckoned to Ling Feng and said, "Young man, you are so powerful, you can actually tame the white hoofed black." ”

"Pilot!" Ling Feng exhaled, jumped off the horse, and saw that the horse was already obedient, so Ling Feng handed over the reins to the old farmer's house. The horse leaned his head closer to the old farmer's house and sniffed, and then leaned closer to Ling Feng's body, sniffed, and chirped. Then, the sound stopped.

Ling Feng asked puzzledly, "Old man, what is Ma Er's move...... What does that mean? I hope the old man will teach you. ”

The old farmer looked at the thatched hut in the distance, then looked at the sky, and said, "Young man, it will be dark now, why don't you go to the hut and rest for a while, and the old man will tell you a story?"

"This ......," Ling Feng immediately bowed down and said, "Then it's going to bother the old man." ”

Soon, the old farmer tied the horse to the horse pen and led Ling Feng into the hut. This thatched hut is not big, and the furnishings inside are simple, but the warmth that appears may be the firewood lit in the corner of the thatched hut.

This thatched hut usually lives alone with the old farmer's family, accompanied by this horse, and it is about a dozen miles away from the village and town. Usually, the old farmer goes to the mountains to collect some firewood and game, and the days come by.

The old farmer brought Ling Feng a cup of hot tea, and the two sat down by the fire. I heard the old farmer say, "This horse's name is Baihowu, and it is a war horse for marching and fighting." ”

"War horse?" Ling Feng exclaimed, "Could it be that the old man was a general or a soldier when he was young?"

"Of course not. The old farmer took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "The old man is just an ordinary horse trainer on the battlefield. This white-hoofed black, counted, the old man has been with it for many years. ”

Ling Feng asked curiously, "Old man, can you tell me whose war horse this white hoof crow used to be?"

The old peasant did not answer the question, and said, "Do you know how many border generals there are in the current dynasty?"

"This ......" the old farmer's question, indeed Ling Feng asked, it's not that he doesn't care about national affairs, but that the border has been tight over the years, and the generals have changed several times, Ling Feng is just a person in the rivers and lakes, and it is really difficult to say the specific name.

Ling Feng, who listened to it, said: "A few years ago, I seemed to hear that there was a military general named Gong Songyan, everyone said that General Gong was mighty and brave, invincible in a hundred battles, and was the pillar of our Great Song Dynasty, but later, he regrettably fell into the trap of the enemy army and sacrificed ......."

The more Ling Feng spoke, the more sad he became, but the more the old peasant listened, the more excited he became, as if the General Gong that Ling Feng was talking about at the moment was someone he admired, and it seemed that he was talking about himself.

The old farmer muttered: "Yes, yes, the white hoof crow is General Gong's war horse back then." ”

Ling Feng's surprise was not trivial, and he asked, "Old man, do you mean...... This white-hoofed black is General Gong Songyan's mount?"

"Yes!" the old farmer looked up at the vast window of Liaoyuan, and said slowly: "This is a dusty past that has been sealed for many years...... The white-hoofed crow has also been silent for many years...... Today, before the old man dies, it is really a great joy in life to be able to fulfill General Gong's entrustment......"

"What are you talking about, old man?" Ling Feng frowned, not understanding what the old farmer meant by this, and was about to ask, when the old farmer's voice sounded again. (To be continued.) )