Pope System of Rebirth

Although he didn't know why the boss was in prison, Wang Xiang had been following him for a while and gradually understood that there were some things he should ask and some things he shouldn't ask, so he nodded in agreement and quickly disappeared on the street to rush to the Daxi tribe to deliver the news.

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Qin Lang watched Wang Xiang go away, threw the three stamens in his hand into the river, and said to himself: "I didn't expect there are crocuses here, but it's a pity that no one seems to know its efficacy."

Saffron, also known as saffron, saffron, is a perennial flower of the genus Crocus of the Iridaceae family. It can be used as medicine and spices.

Suddenly, Qin Lang, who was talking to himself, felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him from the attic next to him. The aura seemed somewhat familiar. He pretended not to know, and slowly walked towards the front street and walked around the wall.

, arrived upstairs in a short time.

But unfortunately, there is no scent of that person upstairs.

Qin Lang picked up the still warm tea cup on the table, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Sir, our store has some of the finest camellia from the Longteng Empire, would you like to try it?" The waiter saw Qin Lang and quickly came over to clear the table and introduce the characteristics of the store.

The windows of the building are wide and the scenery of the street is unobstructed.

Qin Lang smiled faintly and said: "No, I just saw an old friend and planned to come to see him. I didn't want him to leave first."

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Midnight, another midnight.

Four days are up.

That night, the east, west and south city gates were closed as usual, only the north gate was wide open, and Hua Xiong was sitting on the city. Guards were standing around, and banners were fluttering under the city, and horses were sounding.

Such a huge formation was just for the arrival of one person.

Qin Lang, Qin Lang of the Daxi tribe.

Except for Hua Xiong and two informants, no one knew that Qin Lang had been fooling around in Chun Chun Building in the past two days, except for a certain bearded man.

Everyone is looking ahead, conquering three refugee tribes in four days.

What will happen to someone who can speak such wild words?

The clatter of horse hooves sounded, gradually getting closer from a distance, echoing very clearly in the space outside the north gate at this midnight time. It was like a clock moving alone in the middle of the night.

A skinny horse appeared in people's field of vision. The horse was very small and short. If it weren't for its distinctive ears and mouth, people would have thought it was a donkey. A horse for people to grind.

donkey.

Qin Lang was riding a horse that looked like a donkey, swaying around. The compulsory riding training allowed him to find a little bit of the feeling of riding a horse.

I chose such a horse not because I had seen the wanton imitation of the Chang'an Rebellion, nor because of the paranoia of Confucius' disciples riding donkeys, but because ponies have many benefits for novices.

The horse clattered to a halt at the foot of the city. He inspected the soldiers above and below the city. He felt an aura dancing in the wind. Everyone felt it at that moment and no longer dared to look down upon him.

He was very satisfied with the effect. The seemingly almost non-existent Sanqing Dao Power was not as useless as it seemed.

"The four-day deadline has come, Qin Lang, you can get the job done."

On the city, Hua Xiong sat on a red lacquered gold chair and asked loudly.

Things have been communicated secretly, and now all that is needed is acting.

Qin Lang did not dismount, but looked up at Hua Xiong on the city wall and replied: "As for the Daxi tribe, I think conquering a tribe is enough to show our sincerity."

He is very arrogant.

As arrogant as usual.

The cavalry under the city all heard from the brothers of the Bloody Cavalry that this man was scary. Hearing his answer, they were afraid that things were not as they thought. They all tightened their reins and stared at the thin man nervously.

horse.

"How dare you, where do you think Donglong City is?" Hua Xiong slapped the chair and said angrily.

Qin Lang pulled the reins, and the pony got frightened and began to snort restlessly.

"An ancient saying goes: Reciprocity is a courtesy. It is impolite to go and not come; it is impolite to come and not go. The Daxi tribe has regained a refugee tribe, so Donglong City must at least show some respect."

"Bring me a horse and see if I don't kill this arrogant guy." Hua Xiong was furious, stood up with a swing of his butt, and angrily descended from the tower.

Not long after, a black horse rushed out.

Qin Lang was stunned for a moment, and secretly cursed Hua Xiong as a idiot. He had planned to exchange random curses with each other, but he deliberately fell into a disadvantage to be impressed by Hua Xiong's magnanimity and then bowed to his disciple. However, this guy was stupid enough to rush out and challenge him to a duel.

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People won't believe you if you pretend to lose.

Hua Xiong's kung fu is not as good as Bearded Mingqi's, this is something everyone in Donglong City knows.

"That idiot, you really are that idiot." Qin Lang cursed secretly and rushed over on horseback.

Hua Xiong drew out the long sword he carried with him. The sound of the sword being unsheathed echoed outside the north gate. Qin Lang shouted and drew out the sheathed stone sword and rushed forward.

Everyone saw that the general and Qin Lang kept colliding with each other and kept separated, fighting fiercely.

Everyone was on tenterhooks and had no hope for the general.

The enemy is the master who can defeat General Mingqi.

Qin Lang's sword tried to touch Hua Xiong's long knife again. Hua Xiong whispered: "It's almost time. You should give in soon."

Qin Lang said charmingly: "General, don't worry, I will take care of it."

The banging sound kept echoing in the wilderness.

Hua Xiong became more courageous as he fought, but Qin Lang became weaker and weaker as he fought.

The guards in Donglong City were shocked. No one expected that the general would be so brave and invincible.

"Oops." With a cry of pain, Qin Lang, who had been defeated by General Mingqi, was kicked by the general and rolled off his horse.

Victory and defeat have been decided.

Hua Xiong laughed heartily and said, "What, young man, do you still dare to negotiate terms?"

Qin Lang pressed the knife tightly against his neck, pretending to be stubborn and said: "The general is hiding his secrets, and his skills are not as good as others. If you want to kill him, kill him."

His words were full of force.

"Okay, you have courage. I appreciate young people like you, but you don't know how high the sky is. Someone came to tie him up and take him to prison." Hua Xiong sneered.

A certain acting man who pretended to be defeated was tied up tightly and brought into Donglong City.

In a corner of the city wall in the darkness, there was a pair of eyes paying attention to what was happening outside the city. A trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes and he curled his lips: "Father really misjudged the wrong person. He wants me to follow him like this."

I won’t do anything like this.”

The refugee Darcy who was uttering wild words was caught, and the general was brave and invincible.

Words like this spread throughout the streets the next day.

The general's prestige has returned, and no one in Donglong City despises him anymore, including the few ministers who usually make sarcastic remarks about Ximen's affairs.

Hua Xiong is happy to see such a result.

However, the threshold of the Ming family has been crossed in the past few days. The first thing they said when they came to the door was to ask General Mingqi if he really lost to Qin Lang.

The answer is a resounding yes.

Lost.

In this way, the ranking of Donglong City's martial arts has also changed.

General Hua Xiong arrived on top of General Ming.

Mingxi was very dissatisfied with this matter. He didn't think Hua Xiong could defeat Qin Lang. But his father couldn't get a definite answer, so he could only drink alcohol recently.

He had no idea what his father was planning.

After this incident, I am afraid that the reputation and reputation his father gained from countless battles will be greatly reduced. With the convenience of his military affairs, he came to the prison where Qin Lang was imprisoned.

Qin Lang was squatting in the prison. He was holding a stick in his hand and drawing circles in the mud. Circle after circle.

I have been locked up for two days. It seems that the day to go out is coming.

Being in jail is really not fun.

Not counting fleas everywhere and not eating well, he looked up and saw Ming Xi's frosty face outside the cell. Qin Lang cheered up, stood up and said with a smile: "Little general, what brought you here?

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"Did father ever lose to you?"

The question was very direct, without the slightest hint of tact.

"What do you think?" Qin Lang could see what he was thinking at a glance. To be honest, he admired this boy very much. If he is raised well, he will surely become a great talent.

"Did you lose?"

Qin Lang's teasing questions angered him.

"Why don't you ask your father?" Qin Lang looked at him with a half-smile.

"Impossible, how could father lose to you? You can't even beat that guy Hua Xiong." Mingxi was obviously drunk, and shouted loudly regardless of where he was.

Qin Lang's face turned cold. Fortunately, there was no one guarding him outside the cell. If Hua Xiong heard this, Mingxi would be in trouble. He knew very well that if he didn't give him a hint today, he would be in trouble in the future.

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Being young and energetic is really troublesome!

A sword, a black sword, was placed silently on Ming Xi's chest.

This is Qin Lang's sword, a rather suggestive sword.

Ming Xi was shocked. He had no idea how the sword was extended from the prison, and the position where Qin Lang was standing just now was at least two meters away from the prison door.

Such a distance and such speed are simply unbelievable. His eyes must have been dazzled. He could only explain it this way.

Qin Lang took back his sword and looked at him coldly.

"Some things are not as simple as they appear."

"You must be cheating." Ming Xi still didn't believe that his swordsmanship was so fast.

"Then let's try another sword." The physical quality obtained after being washed away by the sky is beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals. Muscle strength alone is enough to easily move as fast as lightning and remain as quiet as a cunning rabbit.

"Whoa!" Another sword strike, still at its original position.

Ming Xi rubbed his eyes. He had just focused his attention ten thousand times, but in the end he only saw a dark shadow.

Such sword speed is too terrifying.

"Let's go, don't do anything irrational about your father's affairs. You still have many things to do, such as your whip..." Qin Lang put away his sword, picked up the small stick that fell to the ground, and began to squat on the ground again.

Draw circles.

Ming Xi's face was full of shock, and his mind was filled with the sword just now. He thought that if his whip could be so fast one day, he would probably never have an opponent in the world.

Qin Lang ignored Ming Xi, who was standing aside in a daze, and was studying something on the ground.

There are two little ants on the ground, circling around along the circles drawn by the stick.

For the two of them, the stick in Qin Lang's hand was a sharp weapon that created the world. Every time the stick was struck, it created cliffs.

They can never escape the mark left by the stick.

Going to jail, being spanked, things that cannot be avoided.

What is agreed upon will definitely be done as arranged.

A severe beating ended with Qin Lang's emotional story. The stick fell on his buttocks with a thumping sound. The guards who applied the stick worked very hard.

At the same time, Hua Xiong also gave his own statement and expressed internally the Daxi tribe's recruitment. As the acting city lord, he naturally has such rights.

Hua Xiong's acting skills are also very impressive. After talking about this matter, he didn't forget to wipe a few drops of male tears from the corner of his eyes with his long sleeves.

This matter was carried out in the city lord's meeting hall.

It went extremely smoothly.

Qin Lang successfully got the first seventh-grade petty official and refugee inspector in his life. He lay on the ground and thanked him repeatedly, and also shouted that General Hua Xiong was mighty.

All the officials in the city, big and small, could not see the fishiness in it, and they all shouted that General Hua Xiong was kind-hearted and merciful to the people.

Qin Lang lay on the ground and watched them one by one. He was secretly happy. It seemed that the only two powerful people in the entire Donglong City were the Ming family. As for the city lord and deputy city lord who were out, he had never seen or heard of them.

The answer cannot be given yet.

Good as a coward, better as a waste!

The big plan for the future has been successfully completed.

Classmate Qin Lang is acting, and many things outside the city are going on in an orderly manner under his authorization.

For example, a few days ago, a large amount of food appeared in front of the two brothers Qin Lang, Luda and Lu Xi. The tents were burst open. This frightened the two of them and made them even more convinced that Qin Lang was sent by the Lord God of Light to rescue them.

The messenger of the refugees. This food is enough to feed thousands of people for a month. With the food as a guarantee, there is no need to worry about the refugees coming to return.

Dongcun and Xiye got the food they deserved, and they were all happy.

As for the wealthy Beidao tribe, which had always been wealthy and did not need food support from Qin Lang, the ranch was closed to the outside world on the third day after Qin Lang was imprisoned. The merchants who often came to buy horses only saw an announcement.

Due to internal rectification, it is temporarily closed.

Today's Daxi tribe, on the surface, has less than two hundred people, but in fact it has a size of more than a thousand, and the number is still increasing.

Because there is a rumor among the refugee tribe that as long as you join the Daxi tribe, you will have food to eat.

This rumor, which seems to be true, spreads from one to ten and then to a hundred.

In a few days, while Qin Lang was giving people instructions, there was a small migration movement in the desert, and many small tribes began to move closer to the Daxi tribe.

This caused the population of the Daxi tribe to increase at a peak.

Qin Lang's promises were fulfilled one by one. Lu Da and Lu Xi became more convinced that Qin Lang was doing the right thing. Gradually, an inner change quietly appeared.

A certain bad boy's status is rising.

Everything is moving in the right direction.

However, when Qin Lang was holding his butt and pretending that he couldn't get out of bed, a man appeared outside the gate of Donglong City with a serious donkey of eight hundred. He was wearing a green shirt, his appearance was not bad, and he had a smile on his face.

Everything he does seems to be unhurried.

It took almost a quarter of an hour to get off the donkey, roll up my sleeves, and then step forward.

This person is none other than the "great sage" Zhao Jushi who quietly left the Daxi tribe.

Although the fact that the Daxi tribe has surrendered to Donglong City has not been announced to the public, the strange person Qin Lang has been widely spread in Donglong City.

The first sentence is often like this.

Young and capable!

I am a novice, nostalgic for the flower streets and willow lanes!

He was beaten and even took the seventh-grade official position...

It must be very hard backstage...

Zhao Jushi didn't know that Qin Lang had become an official and Hua Xiong's confidant. He was seeking an official career. He was confident that Donglong City would definitely want him.

As a counselor who has been hiding for a long time, he must pay back Qin Lang's humiliation, a thousand times.

Taking a long breath and breathing in the unique smell of Donglong City, Master Zhao took it for granted that he was excited.

Snap, while he was taking a deep breath, he stepped on a pile of horse manure. The stench spread everywhere, and the people of Donglong City who were walking around looked at him with wrinkled faces and disdain.

Zhao Jushi was so embarrassed that he quickly ran to the flower stand and took off his shoes. He covered his nose and picked off the horse excrement on the soles of his shoes. At this time, a group of guards patrolling the streets came from a distance, and the leader shouted: "You

What for? Are the decorations in the city meant for you to do this? Fine."

"Nonsense, when did Donglong have such a rule?" Zhao Jushi put down his shoes and looked at the guard who refused to give in.

"You haven't heard that there shouldn't be rules here. Are you the one who made Donglong's rules?"

"This shouldn't be done. The horse manure is right there. Why is no one cleaning it?" Zhao Jushi argued hard for himself.

"Cleaning is one thing, but vandalism is another thing. Fines..." The leader held out his palm.

"My lord, it seems that we have to talk about this matter slowly." Seeing his arrogant appearance, Zhao Jushi was a little panicked. He quickly forced a smile and tried to persuade the other party with his sharp tongue.

"If you don't drink a toast, you'll be fined with alcohol, and we'll take him to jail." He had other patrol tasks today and didn't want to waste time here.

"No!" Except for Qin Lang, Master Zhao had never seen such an unreasonable person. When he saw the aggressive guards, he was frightened and shouted: "I...I have no money!"

"Damn poor guy!"

The leader cursed.

"Tear off his long robe." After saying this, the guard took away the green robe that layman Zhao was wearing outside and could barely be used as some money. He covered his body in a hurry and wanted to cry without tears. How can a scholar wear his inner clothes?

The street no longer looked like the leisurely stroll it had been before. It slipped into a corner like the wind.

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Yanyan and Xiaohong, the two deadly vixens, didn't come after them. They looked back. Qin Lang was in a good mood and couldn't throw away his precious first class.

"Ah, sunshine, sunshine, you are so fucking hot! Ah, life, life..." Qin Lang muttered as he stretched and walked out of Honghua Street.

During this time, running around for days made him feel a little tired. When he was in his hometown, he was still a college student who was about to graduate, and he had never worked so hard.

Such a strong body can still get tired.

This proves that mental work is indeed a strenuous physical activity.

Finally getting rid of the smell of powder, Qin Lang walked along the small river. The small river was clear and clear. It had a nice name. I heard it was given by the believers who came here to preach.

It is crystal clear to the bottom, and when the wind stirs up the waves, it flows slowly.

It was a rare beauty in the desert. As he walked along the river, Qin Lang saw a small pavilion across the river from a distance.

The pavilion has an octagonal shape and is supported by six red lacquered pillars. There is a white area on the top of the red lacquered pillars, with plums, bamboos and orchids painted on them, which is quite elegant.

Under the eight corners, there were several strange beasts carved on the sides of the brackets, which were so lifelike that Qin Lang couldn't recognize them.

The pavilion was very exquisitely built. Qin Lang sighed that there was such craftsmanship in another world. He walked into the pavilion curiously, but he didn't expect there was a person in the pavilion. Qin Lang was slightly shocked. He just looked at the pavilion, but there was no one inside.

Notice.

He was a young man with an ordinary face and nothing special, but he had a pair of green eyes, like emeralds. This was the first time he had seen such eyes, and he was a little surprised, so he recorded these eyes in his memory.

into the mind.

The young man smiled friendly at him, his slender eyebrows stretched out, somewhat like a childlike child.

Qin Lang also smiled at him, raised his head and continued to look at the dome of the pavilion.

There are paintings on it, and the brushstrokes are exquisite.

There are mountains, water, trees and birds.

It is simply an out-of-this-world scenery.

"It's amazing. I didn't expect there was such a thing here." Qin Lang couldn't help but praise.

The paintings on the dome are exquisite and exquisite, which is simply not something ordinary people can do.

"It's a pity that it's a dead thing." The young man in the pavilion also looked at the dome with a little regret on his face.

Qin Lang thought this man was quite friendly, so he lowered his head and said his name: "Qin Lang! Excuse me?"

"Inspector...Inspector..." A shout suddenly came from outside the pavilion,

Qin Lang frowned and said to the green-eyed young man in a friendly manner: "See you later." After saying that, he turned around and looked into the distance with a hint of pain in his brow.

I saw a guard running over in a hurry. There were two fast lion-like mantles on both sides of the guard's shoulders.

People from General Hua's Mansion.

Only the guards around General Hua have such a mark.

"Inspector, General Hua has come to see you."

"Hey, help me, I finally went out for a walk. I'm very tired from walking. My butt hurts..." Qin Lang pretended to move forward with difficulty.

After giving him a hundred and fifty blows, it was already a miracle that he could still walk.

The young man in the pavilion watched a certain man go away, then raised his head to look at the dome on the pavilion with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and said to himself: "Qin Lang... interesting!"

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Hua Xiong didn't know what was going on, so he stood by the Liuqing River and waited for Qin Lang.

Qin Lang slowly walked over with the support of the guard, and speeded up from a distance.

"I didn't know that Qin Lang was neglecting General Hua when he came here."

Hua Xiong looked at Qin Lang's limping appearance, with a hint of pity on his face: "Qin Lang, is your injury better?"

Qin Lang pretended with a bitter face: "Fortunately, the general's medicine is there, otherwise it would hurt the villain to death."

Hua Xiong signaled the guard to leave first. After the guard had gone away, he whispered: "Qin Lang, there is nothing I can do about you after being beaten so many times. You have to do things more truly. I will make up for it in the future."

Hua Xiong now fully trusts Qin Lang.

Qin Lang lowered his head and said flatteringly: "It's nothing, it's the general's business, even if Qin Lang smashes his bones to pieces, it doesn't matter. Besides, the general is powerful. He has his own judgment on everything."

Hua Xiong liked to hear Qin Lang say that he was powerful. He laughed a few times, and then whispered: "Yanyan, Xiaohong is the top girl in Chunchun House, you have to take it easy."

Qin Lang thought to himself: I asked him why two vixens have been crawling on him at night in recent days. It turns out that this old guy is causing trouble. Then he chuckled twice. There was a smile on his face that a man should have when hearing this type of topic.

.whispered: "Do you have any tonics there, General?"

"Ah ha ha ha..." General Hua Da was in a good mood. He liked talking to smart people very much, and he could say anything eloquently and interestingly.

"I want it. I'll ask the guard to bring you some at night."

"Thank you, General." Qin Lang bowed his hands in thanks and asked, "I wonder what the General is here for today?"

"The city lord will be back in three weeks." The general seemed to be reminding him of something.

"That!" Qin Lang's heart sank. He had been listening to the story of the city lord and deputy city lord. He had not seen these two people since he came to the other world, and he would finally meet them in two weeks.

What kind of characters are these two people who can make Donglong City independent from other countries.

"You need to perform well. The city lord is very optimistic about capable young people." The general emphasized: "This is an opportunity for you."

"Then what should I do?" Qin Lang asked casually. This matter involved many things, and he had to understand it thoroughly.

"The Daxi tribe needs to express their feelings. Besides, the city lord likes horses, especially the bloody horses of the Yanju Kingdom." General Hua got along very well with the city lord and knew his character very well.

"So, I need to prepare two gifts?" Qin Lang continued to ask.

"You are a smart person, so you naturally know what is needed. I will take care of the affairs of the Darxi tribe here. There is no problem with senior brother. The key lies in whether the city lord is happy or not. As long as he is happy, many things can be easily solved." Hua Xiong was cunning and cunning, with a look on his face.

A little proud, like a senior imparting official experience to his juniors.

"To serve others, you must make them happy. People are always easy to talk to when they are in a happy mood."

"I understand, the general is mighty." Qin Lang bowed his hand and thanked him again: "It's just that I have never been to the Yanju Kingdom, and I don't know the sweaty horse. Can you arrange a few people?"

"You don't have to be nervous about manpower, I will arrange it myself, but you have to work harder for the Darcy tribe..."

"Qin Lang will definitely go all out to do it. Even if he loses the villain's face, he can't drag down the general." Qin Lang chuckled, and his face became more confident.

The general said: "That's very good. Of course, I won't put any pressure on you. A bloody horse is a rare horse, so be careful when you go there."

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There was a breeze blowing by the river, and unknown tree species were swaying in the wind, as if they were seeing someone off. Hua Xiong had gone away, but Qin Lang hadn't left. He was thinking about one thing.

To send...or not to send.

The trade-offs involved will have a great impact on your future plans.

You have to give away the BMW that you have sweated, it is just a luxury item and there is not much consideration of its value.

But the matter of the Darcy tribe is very troublesome to think about.

The only ones that can give it away are racecourses in North Road.

But if they are sent out, the Daxi tribe will probably lose their source of war horses, which will have a great impact on their future armies.

If not, what can be substituted?

He walked slowly along the Liuqing River and unknowingly returned to Honghua Street. He noticed the white flowers on the street and picked one and put it in his hand.

The flowers have six petals, blooming beautifully, and a delicate fragrance fills the nose.

Damn it, I'm so damn stupid. Qin Lang suddenly thought of something while looking at the flowers.

The reason why flowers are beautiful is because of their own excellent qualities.

The best gift of the Darcy tribe is to let others see the value of his existence.

If you can make money, that is the best gift!

Qin Lang figured everything out and walked leisurely to the nearby tavern while humming a little tune. He had had enough of the food in Chun Chun Tower and had to find someone to make some delicious side dishes to supplement his meal.

Yanju Country is a country of nomadic people. To the west of Donglong City, across the Desert of Death, there is this vast grassland, which is rich in sweat horses, one of the most famous horses in the world.

The sweaty horse has a slender head and tall neck, slender limbs, thin skin, and light steps. It has great strength, fast speed, and strong endurance. It can travel thousands of miles a day. It is said that its back can shed blood-like sweat when running. Qin Lang

He had heard of such horses in his hometown, but at that time, only Turkmenistan had such horses in the world. He had never seen such horses before. But he did not expect that there were such horses in other worlds. They were also extremely rare and rare. He was immediately interested in them.

It comes with interest.

Along the way, Ma Weng, a professional, kept asking various questions about sweaty BMWs.

Hua Xiong said he was the best horse teller in Donglong City. He was in his fifties and was very short, probably only 1.5 meters tall. He had a long beard under his chin and liked to wear black and gray cotton clothes.

Wearing a pointed hat, he had mouse eyes and an unusually big nose. One look at his nose and Qin Lang really doubted whether Liu Cheng was somehow related to this person.

During this operation, Qin Lang brought Liu Cheng out by the way, and Wang Xiang was naturally by his side. Together with Ma Weng, there were four people in total. They had left Donglong City for five days and entered the Desert of Death for four days.

The Desert of Death is huge. Even after walking for four days, there is still no end in sight. If Ma Wen had not been experienced, the four of them might have gotten lost in the desert.

Ma Weng was riding a white horse that did not match his appearance. He raised his hand to put a small platform over his eyes, looked at the sky to identify the direction, and said: "Speed ​​up a little, we will see Yanju Kingdom in half a day."

The grassland.”

Qin Lang was walking beside him. His butt hurt badly. It was his first time riding a horse for such a long time. He was very uncomfortable. The sun in the sky was very hot. The sweat on his forehead was not stopping for two consecutive days.

, which made him so exhausted that he started to doze off and even dozed off. He didn't even hear Ma Weng say that Yanju Kingdom was coming soon.

He was not good, and the horse under his legs was even worse. His ears were drooped, he was panting, and his hooves were lifted weakly. Horses need to be carefully selected for long-distance walking, so Ma Wen arranged a shiny one for him.

It goes without saying that Qin Lang refused to ride the tall black horse even if he wanted to kill it.

Qin Lang's riding skills are very weak and terrible.

The tall horse gives me a headache just looking at it, how can I tame it?

As a result, the poor little pony suffered. Carrying another person on its back for four days was really a big challenge for it. It blew its nose dissatisfied and protested that it wanted to take a rest, but unfortunately no one listened to it.

.It lowered its eyes pitifully and looked at the white horse high up next to it. It really wished that it could be like that, or simply be a donkey. It would not be much better now.

"My lord's horse may not be able to run very well."

Wang Xiang and Liu Cheng didn't notice all this, but Ma Weng's extremely sharp eyes could tell at a glance that the horse Qin Lang was riding was a failed stallion, and its development had not reached the level it should have. To put it bluntly, it was malnourished plus

Horses with abnormal health usually don't live long. The old man could easily recognize the horse from its hair. It was at least two years old. It was a miracle that a stallion could live for such a long time.

"Ah!" Ma Weng's words woke up Qin Lang from his sleep. He looked down and noticed the pony's abnormality, and shouted: "Quickly, dismount, rest, rest."

Ma Weng shook his head and said, "Sir, I shouldn't have brought this horse out. It's really a pain for it." He is a horse lover and was the first to dismount the white horse. Wang Xiang and Liu Cheng followed closely behind.

Qin Lang stumbled off his horse, patted the pony's head and said, "Have a good rest, we are about to go to Yanju Kingdom."

The pony snorted in relief, finally able to rest and crawled to the ground.

Wang Xiang walked up and looked at the horse and joked: "Boss, this horse is not good anymore, so just ignore him and ride the same horse with me."

How could Qin Lang let go of this pony? It had been with him for a while. The most important thing was that this pony was much more comfortable to ride than other horses.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If I take it out, I will take it back intact. How can I teach you that you must have a conscience? What a brain you have!"

Liu Cheng didn't say anything. He took out the horse food and put it in front of the pony. The pony ate a lot. Qin Lang praised: "Wang Xiang, you are not as changed as Liu San in this regard. Look at how proactive he is and how much he has changed."

Be caring.”

"Sir, my subordinate's name is Liu Cheng." Qin Lang still couldn't remember his name, and Liu Cheng was not angry. He corrected his name respectfully, his big nose covered with beads of sweat. It was really not easy to pass through the desert of death.

Easy things.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I can't remember your name." Qin Lang laughed and turned his head to see Ma Weng observing the sky in the desert. It seemed that there were many interesting things there.

I spent part of the time looking at the sky.

"Sir, hurry up, I'm afraid there will be a storm." Ma Weng reminded him slightly when he saw Qin Lang looking at him.

Along the way, Ma Weng's words were extremely accurate. It rained when it rained, sunny when it said sunny, and windy when it said there was wind. He was like a prophet. Qin Lang was conceited and did not have such ability, so he had a little more respect for him.

"Then let's go quickly!"

"Sir, it's just this horse. If you don't let him rest, I'm afraid he will die from exhaustion." Ma Wen looked at the pony eating fodder. Then he looked at the clouds in the northwest and said, "We might as well wait a little longer. We will leave in a while."

Just hurry up."

"Everything depends on Ma Weng." Qin Lang nodded, stood with him, and suddenly remembered something and asked: "Ma Weng, you said this morning that the sweaty horse is not the best horse in the Yanju Kingdom. This is

What’s the explanation?”

Ma Weng stroked the beard under his chin and a smile appeared on his serious face: "Sir, do you know how Yanju Kingdom got its name?"

Qin Lang was slightly surprised. After thinking about it for a while, his mind moved: "Could it be because of a horse called Yan?"

"Your Excellency is extremely smart, and I am ashamed of myself." The old man nodded, indicating that Qin Lang was right.

"Really?" Qin Lang became interested. Wouldn't it be more useful if he captured a horse named Yan and brought it back?

The old man saw through Qin Lang's thoughts and said with a smile: "My lord, you are overthinking. The name of Yanju Kingdom is indeed derived from a kind of horse, and this kind of horse is also related to the word "Yan", but the name of the horse is "Tianyan".

Horse."

"Since there is, then it must be caught. Isn't it easy to do this when you are always here, Ma Weng?"

"Sir, I hope to see such a magical horse in my lifetime, but it's a pity... alas!" A trace of helplessness flashed in Ma Weng's eyes.

Qin Lang was very curious as to what kind of horse it was. He couldn't even find the most powerful horse reader in Donglong City. Not only was he the most powerful horse reader in Donglong City, he was also said to be the most powerful horse reader in the entire desert.

The Tianyan Horse is a divine horse. It is said that it can travel three thousand miles a day without getting tired at all. When it runs, it is like a rainbow piercing the sun. There is fire under its hooves. The fire is the extremely hot fire in the sun and can easily burn the rocks.

Such horses really exist.

As he set off again, Qin Lang's mind was still filled with the information about Tian Yanju he learned from Ma Weng.

This seems a bit too mysterious.

However, Ma Weng's tone was unusually firm, and he also said that his master had seen him once and tried to ride, but his legs were burned out and he could no longer ride a horse since then.

That being said, it seems to exist.

He looked down at his pony, which had regained some of its energy after resting.

"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have brought you out."

The horse seemed to be quite spiritual and snorted symbolically. Qin Lang was slightly surprised.

In front of him, Ma Wen stared at the sky, with a bit more worry in his eyes. The weather changes seemed to exceed his expectations, and the storm of the death desert might come earlier.

The wind has risen.

He licked his finger and put it into the wind. The wind was northerly and the wind speed was gradually increasing.

"Sir, we must hurry up. The weather has changed faster than expected." He turned back and said to Qin Lang.

Qin Lang also noticed the changes in the desert. The sand grains had begun to beat against the ground. He was deeply impressed by the last storm, and it was the same situation at first.

The sand grains dance and the wind speeds up.

A sign of the coming storm.

He patted the pony and said: "Brother, you have to fight for your breath. We have fallen behind for a while. The storm doesn't care who we are."

"drive!"

The four of them slapped their horses on the back and started galloping.

Ma Weng is experienced and has chosen a good breed of horse, and his riding skills are extremely good. He can run like an arrow. Big-nosed Liu Chang has lived on horseback for many years, and he rides a horse that he is very familiar with. He follows closely.

Ma Wen transformed and left a trail of dust on the desert.

As for Wang Xiang, even though he was born as a refugee, his riding skills are not much better, and he can barely keep up with Liu Cheng in running.

Poor classmate Qin Lang, on the other hand, was riding a pony with little experience and poor riding skills. It was a bit difficult to ride at this speed. Fortunately, the pony seemed to understand what he said and ran forward as hard as he could, so he could barely keep up.

.

If the weather in the desert doesn't change, it's like a child's mood, all chaotic.

The wind has gotten stronger, the sand has gotten stronger, clouds have come, and even the air has become turbid.

"Do it!" Qin Lang cursed softly when he saw the wind and sand around him starting to break away from the ground and flying into the air. He encountered another storm.

Ma Wen in front shouted anxiously: "Faster, faster, the storm is right under our feet."

this……

Qin Lang's head buzzed. Ma Weng's meaning was obvious. A storm was going to happen here.

The wind and sand are flying, and the vision is getting blurry. The sound of horses in front can still be heard, but it is not very clear. Qin Lang does not know what is going on now, so he can only follow the sound of horse hooves and run all the way. The horse he chose does not run fast.

You can’t rely on others either. (To be continued...)