This witch, please stay

Chapter 112 Hearse Drift
In the courtyard, Xun Ming, who had brought the spiritual grains for feed in a corner, was weighing out the various spiritual grains in different proportions, and then putting them into different food bowls.

Xun Ming, who has been studying since he was a child, reads very fast. In addition, he is born with a photographic memory. He just flipped through the "On Bi Mawen's Self-cultivation" so quickly, which is already the "Bi Mawen" in his daily life. I keep my responsibilities in mind.

Xun Ming was still a little puzzled when he saw those handsome horses.

When monks fight, even if they charge forward, it will be a bit cumbersome to ride a spirit horse.

After all, monks are not mortals, and there is no such thing as riding.

Riding a horse, running fast, the problem is that you can't hide.

Besides, people are walking with their own legs and feet well, and you are the only one riding a horse. Isn't this calling for the monster clan on the opposite side to kill you...

It is yes that comes with sarcasm.

But in the book "Self-Cultivation", he knew that these spirit horses were basically brought by monks outside the pass.

Then I couldn’t raise them in my own yard, so I arranged them here in a unified way and let the “special person” take care of them. When I really want to ride, I will come and pull them back for a while.

Isn't this sick?
Xun Ming couldn't help but swear when he saw it.

Feelings, are you here on vacation?Also ride a horse.

Forget it, what if people just ride it back and forth?
After placing the food bowls of different horses in front of their stables, Xun Ming briefly recalled the contents of the book.

"Feed the horse once a day in the morning and evening, and the ingredients are as follows:..."

Behind the "ingredients are as follows", there are column after column of horses and corresponding feed ratios painted with notes of different colors. Obviously, there are different "predecessors" who each contributed their own strength .

It's just that the inks of different colors overlap each other, making the ugly characters that were originally earthworms crawling even more blurred.

Can't you put a piece of paper in it...

Then, it is "you can ride a horse for a stroll when you have nothing to do at ordinary times, and let the horse take a walk."

Are you sure you don't want to ride on the street to be arrogant...

"When a new official takes office, remember to ride on the street once to tell the neighbors, and remember to dress festively."

WTF?

Feed a horse and tell the neighbors?
Recalling this point, there were a few thick black lines hanging from Xun Ming's forehead.

It was quite serious at first, but why did it get weirder the more I wrote it? !

The corners of Xun Ming's mouth twitched slightly, but in the end he decided to follow the Romans.

Forget it, it just so happens that I have to go to the streets to collect some useful information.

Thinking of this, Xun Ming moved his fingertips and took out a light blue stone from the storage ring.

The stone is as big as a palm and has rough edges, but the front and back sides are cut extremely smooth. On the side facing Xun Ming, there is a ring-shaped shallow groove, which has a third of the circle. The arc is now filled with a stream of milky white streaks.

There are twelve notches on the edge of the ring groove, which divide the groove into twelve equal parts, corresponding to the twelve hours. The starting point of the milky white strip is at the "top" of the ring, and its end refers to corresponding time.

In this chaotic sky region where Haishan Pass is located, the way of heaven is lacking, there is only a vast daylight, and there is no time.

The world may have no time, but people must have it.

Therefore, there is a powerful person on the top of the mountain who used this kind of white magnetite produced in this Tianyu to create a simple spirit clock that is easy to get and easy to make.

And the one in Xun Ming's hand was "sold" to him by the enthusiastic store clerk in that coffin shop who only heard Xun Ming's words and concluded that he was a foreigner.

People come to ask for directions, but they can't really just sell coffins to others, can they...

Although he still didn't understand what the phrase "declaring to the neighbors" meant, Xun Ming waited for those spirit horses to finish their "breakfast", then picked out the most handsome white horse, put on the saddle and bridle, Just to go out.

Originally, the white horse with shiny hair and silver streaks in its mane was still extremely rebellious and didn't show any face at all. It looked like it was going to break through the stable and come out to give Xun Ming a hoof.

Then he gave Xun Ming a hard stare.

Then, the spirit horse with a trace of dragon blood suddenly wilted, and obediently asked Xun Ming to put on the saddle and bridle, extremely docile.

If Xun Ming's predecessor, Bi Mawen, the previous Bi Mawen who broke three ribs after being kicked by a certain horse, saw this scene, he should be able to stare a pair of eyeballs to the ground.

But one embarrassing thing is that Xun ordered him not to ride a horse.

Because he was brought up the mountain by his master since he was a child, so when he was just a little kid at the bottom of the mountain, he had never learned how to ride a horse.

And after going up the mountain and becoming a monk, ordinary horses really can't run as fast as him...

In addition, he is a typical "squat at home", and he doesn't have much time to leave his "Do Not Disturb Peak" on weekdays, let alone ride out on a smart horse to show off.

Besides, isn't Lingzhou fragrant...

So since he was a child, he really has hardly touched a horse.

After harnessing the harness and leading the tall white horse out of the yard, Xun Ming suddenly thought of such a thing.

He looked at the horse, and the horse looked at him weakly.

Then Xun Ming jumped on his horse.

Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running? !

Riding a horse, isn't it just a "drive" and a "call", as long as you have a mouth!
I don't know whether it was the cooperation of the horse, or Xun Ming's true talent. It was obviously the first time to mount and ride a horse, but Xun Ming rode extremely steadily.

Amidst the sound of kicking horses' hoofs, Xun Ming, who was wearing a blue and white long gown, rode a silver and white horse just like this, and strolled towards the market in the pass.

As for the so-called "fessional dress", Xun Ming simply forgot about it.

Riding a big horse and wearing a red robe, you really think you are the champion?
I can't afford to lose this man.

Horseshoes are kicking, and the crowd is getting thicker.

It was just a few steps into the downtown area that Xun Ming had already started to regret it.

There was only one fucking horse in the whole street.

Bright and sharp, very dazzling.

Feeling the nearly 100% return rate, Xun Ming's face was slightly livid under the middle-grade face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Damn, it's calculated!

But things have come to this, of course, he can't just go back in such disgrace.

I am now Qiu Dingyue of the One Leaf School.

I, Qiu Dingyue, am ashamed to ride a big horse, so what does it matter to Xun Ming?

Well, that's it.

Xun Ming, who suddenly reacted, just thought about it, but there was no embarrassment at all, and his expression was very calm.

There are so many sects in the world, why he chose Ye Zong's genealogy alone, there are actually some reasons.

With the psychological construction, it really felt a lot easier all of a sudden!

Xun Ming, who was in a slightly tax-evading mood, was looking at the street scene right away, wanting to find a bookstore, so he could ask if there was a map outside the customs, and then he heard a burst of noise.

"Get out of the way! The carriage is out of control! Get out of the way!"

Xun Ming was taken aback for a moment, and looked in the direction of the noise with some doubts.

They are all monks, so a carriage can't handle it?

Then he saw the other side of the street, the sparse pedestrian figures flickering, avoiding to both sides of the street, as if the tide is flowing.

After that, Xun Ming saw a beautifully decorated fairy carriage.

And the two pitch-black spirit horses that were more than one foot tall pulling the carriage.

In just a split second, he was in front of him.

What the hell!

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Cheer yourself up every day (1/2)

(End of this chapter)