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Chapter 114 A Good Horse with a Good Saddle (4)

The Zhaojun wine poured into the bowl is deep orange in color and thick as honey syrup. It tastes mellow and has an endless aftertaste.When you drink it for the first time, it is sweet and delicious. It feels like a drink. It doesn't matter how much you want to drink, but you don't know that it has a lot of stamina.

If an ordinary person meets a Mongolian who has a habit of drinking heavily, he will definitely get drunk. However, Geyan met Ling Zikai, a freak who possesses the cheating artifact of ancestral god energy, so instead of getting him drunk, He was quite drunk, and fell asleep on the blanket before the luncheon was over.

After the meal, Gelina made milk tea for Ling Zikai and the two of them. They used freshly drawn clean water. Milk and salt are added together, and milk skin is also added, which tastes fragrant, salty and delicious.

While drinking tea, Du Juan asked the price of the three horses.Ge Lina resolutely refused to accept money, saying that they spent a lot of money to cure Ge Yan's illness.Now that Ling Zikai has cured her, if you count the medical expenses, even the price of [-] healthy horses is more than that, so these three healthy horses are considered as favors from them!
The price of the three healthy horses plus the harness is about [-] to [-], which is not a small amount of money. Naturally, Du Juan would not accept such a heavy favor and insisted on paying.Gelina was a little anxious, saying that if you keep the money, our friendship will come to an end.

In the end, the money for the horse was still not paid.

Before leaving, Ge Yan hadn't woken up yet, so Ge ​​Lina sent them out of the racecourse.

Du Juan whispered to her; "When you are pregnant with a child, you must tell us!"

Ge Lina said hopefully: "If we really have a child, Ge Yan and I will definitely come to Yunhai to thank Brother Ling for his great kindness!"

On the way back, Du Juan rode a strong horse and led the other four horses in front.Ling Zikai followed behind in a pickup.It is still the same simple road as when we came here.

With Ling Zikai present, the white horse and the black-maned red horse followed Du Juan obediently without any moths. After walking for nearly two hours, they returned to the sea of ​​clouds smoothly.

After entering the courtyard of the old house and tying up the three healthy horses, Du Juan beckoned Ling Zikai, who had already parked the pickup truck, into the left wing, and moved an old wooden box with most of its paint peeled off. to the yard.

"Sister, what's in this box?"

"You'll know if you open it and have a look!"

Du Juan deliberately sold off.

After Ling Zikai opened the lid of the box, two pairs of saddles with an unknown age came into view.

Different from Geyan's modern saddle made of metal frame and leather, among these two pairs of saddles: one saddle is purely hollowed out from a whole section of wood, and the outer covering is not common Instead of cowhide, it is taken from the buckskin of the red deer.

The frame of the other saddle seems to be made of some unknown animal bones, and the pattern engraved on it is somewhat abstract, representing some kind of totem.Green agates are also inlaid on the front and rear saddle bridges.The foreskin used is a kind of fish skin with fish scales, which is peeled off from some kind of fish.And it looks older than the other saddle, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

Du Juan looked at the saddle in the box, his eyes were a little blurred, and he said to Ling Zikai leisurely: "Among the two pairs of saddles, the one made of deerskin is the one my grandfather used back then. I want to use a regular one for the black-maned red horse Appropriate. As for the other pair, it was handed down from the ancestors of our Durenke tribe, and it belongs to the sacred saddles exclusively used by the shamans of the past generations."

"A saddle for shamans?"

Ling Zikai asked curiously.

Du Juan nodded, and said: "That's right, according to the family motto of our Dulenk tribe, no one can use this saddle except for the shamans of the past. Except for the consent of the adults, no one else is allowed to sit on it. Just like the dragon chair on the Golden Luan Hall, no one is allowed to sit on it except the emperor, otherwise it is treason."

"This saddle looks strange. Do you know what material it is made of?"

Du Juan shook his head and said: "I don't know how many generations of shamans this saddle has been passed down, and no one knows what material it is made of except for the person who made it in the first place.

In the early years, some archaeological experts came to our family after hearing that there was a saddle that had been passed down for many ages in our family. They studied the saddle for a long time, but failed to identify any results. They just guessed The material for making a saddle should be taken from an animal that has become extinct in this world, or has not yet been discovered and recorded.

Just a few years ago, someone approached me and offered to sell it for 1000 million yuan! "

Ling Zikai couldn't help but take a deep breath when he heard this: Grandma, this is not a national treasure, is it?

Thinking of the value of the saddle, Ling Zikai said in surprise: "Sister, you just put such a valuable thing in the box and threw it in this old house where no one lives. It was stolen, what to do!"

Du Juan said lightly: "Even if I throw it on the side of the road now, no one would dare to pick it up."

Ling Zikai asked strangely, "Why?"

"Because everyone who lives in the Xing'an Mountains knows that this saddle belongs to the Lord Shaman. It is said that there is a curse left by the ancestor gods on it. If anyone wants to destroy or steal it with malicious intentions, they will You will be punished by the ancestor god!"

"It's impossible!"

Even though Ling Zikai himself has the inheritance of the ancestor gods, he still feels that Du Juan's reasons are too unbelievable to make people believe that there is really a mysterious curse in this world.

Seeing Ling Zikai's expression of disbelief, Du Juan said again: "Don't think I'm telling a bizarre story. When I was young, I saw a thief with my own eyes. He entered my house in the middle of the night and wanted to steal this saddle. As a result, as soon as I took the saddle out of the box, I passed out on the ground."

The more Ling Zikai listened to Du Juan's narration, the more he felt that it was outrageous, so he stopped listening to her and stretched out his hand to take the saddle out of the box to see what happened.

"Be careful!"

Du Juan shouted quickly, wanting to stop it, but it was too late, and Ling Zikai's hand was already on the saddle.

Just when Ling Zikai's fingers were on the saddle, a burst of energy suddenly came from the saddle, and spread throughout his body through his palms, making it numb as if being hit by an electric current.Fortunately, at this moment, the ancestral god energy in his body reacted immediately, surrounded and digested the scurrying energy.

How is this going?

Ling Zikai was startled.He would never have thought that this saddle is really weird. Could it be that this is the curse of the ancestor gods that everyone said!
(End of this chapter)