In addition to beauty, she also has a mold

Chapter 67 Entering Beijing
She walked up to the horse, took two steps back uncomfortably, looked at it seasonedly, and commented: "A war horse in the army is one in a million, not only in appearance, but also in age. Before five years old, it is a young horse, and at five It is a middle-aged horse when it is 16 years old, and it is an old horse if it is old. The best horses in the army are three to 15 years old. However, this Wusun horse is at least eighteen or nineteen years old, and it is an old horse."

Hearing this, the horse dealer cheered up.

It turned out that he was a knowledgeable one, and just now he was glad that this person didn't know what to buy, so he chose the worst one.

The horse seemed to be full, and lazily rolled its eyelids.

Xiao Yu glanced at it, his body couldn't help resisting, enduring discomfort and said: "These three horses all have varying degrees of damage, and they are no longer up to the standard for going to the battlefield. Therefore, they can no longer be called war horses, let alone Not worth your price."

Selling military horses privately is a capital offense.

The horse dealer dared to say that it was a military horse, but it must not be true.

Our court has very strict management over the registered military horses, but there is no clear regulation on the whereabouts of those horses that have retreated from the battlefield due to injuries, and most of them flow into the market for resale.

Therefore, the horse trading market is in chaos, and it is not uncommon for the horses to make up the money.

The horse dealer suddenly became anxious: "Young master, you can come closer and take a closer look, my Wusun horses are in very good condition, where is there any damage?!"

It can be seen that she dare not approach, the horse dealer did this on purpose.

She was not annoyed, and smiled slightly.

"This horse's right front hoof was injured by an arrow, and it was injured to the bone. It is indeed no problem to travel a hundred miles, but it is difficult to travel a thousand miles."

The horse dealer was taken aback, and angrily walked over to check the horse's front hooves. There was indeed a scar, but it was very hidden. He hadn't noticed it after raising it for a long time.

How did she know that she was so far away?

Before she could figure it out, she pointed to the horse next to her and said, "This horse has accumulated water in its belly, and it has been there all year round, and it's not as fat as it looks, it's just an illusion."

Huang Tianwen went forward and poked the horse's abdomen. The pain caused the horse to back up again and again, backed to the base of the wall, and suddenly vomited.

He exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, it really is!"

The horse dealer opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"And this horse, Backbone."

"Get it."

The horse dealer hastily stopped him, looking as if he couldn't be offended: "Master, I have met an expert today. If you two really want it, please make an offer. We can negotiate."

Huang Tianrun has traveled all over the world, so he knows the price of goods. Usually, it costs 80 taels of silver to buy a horse. The better the condition, the higher the price.

The Wusun horse comes from the Western Regions, and it is a rare product, so the price will naturally not be low.

Xiao Yu made an offer: "150 taels, except for the one with the injured front hoof, we will take the other two."

Two good-looking Wusun horses, 150 taels.

Huang Tianrun's eyes were wide open, he is worthy of being my disciple of Qinglong Mountain, he has great potential, great potential!
The horse dealer almost fainted from anger.

The price he called was 2000 taels.

Xiao Yu pointed out: "Just now when I told you about the horse's old wounds, you didn't know anything about them. Presumably you just wanted to get rid of them quickly and never took good care of them. If I hadn't told you about the water accumulation in the horse's abdomen today, It won't be long before this horse will be useless, and you will have to smash it in your hand."

She walked up to the horse dealer and said quietly: "If I guess right, the origin of these horses is not simple."

Seen through his mind, the horse dealer's expression changed suddenly.

"make a deal!"

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When we set off, the setting sun was in the west.

The setting sun smudges the mountains and seas into a beautiful scroll, in which two figures fly away, and the word "Jiang Ning" on the stone tablet is gradually blurred.

When it was dark, I found a temporary foothold.

Huang Tianyun got off the horse and said, "Take a break for now, feed the horse some fodder and medicine, and then set off."

no respond.

He turned around and looked, Xiao Yu was lying on the horse's back, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu."

He approached and called twice, but there was no response. He had fainted, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Then he suddenly remembered what the horse dealer said during the day, that she was afraid of horses.

When he was dizzy, he became dizzy, holding the rein tightly in his hand.

What a stubborn breed!

An hour later when I woke up, looking at the decoration, I should have arrived at the post station.

Going downstairs, I bumped into the Third Senior Uncle, who seemed to be looking for her, and seeing her face back to normal, he said: "Since you're awake, eat something, so you can go on your way."

How could she not know that this trip was a contest with death.

The person in the capital can't wait for them to slow down.

After eating some food in a hurry, I set foot on the road to Beijing.

What she was riding was that proud horse. If it wasn't for her luck, she would have been thrown off countless times by it.

Chenxiang Temple is located in the southeast of Mitu Mountain, at the foot of Mitu Mountain, the reins are suddenly reined in front.

"Appeal."

She also reined in.

"call"

To go up the mountain, you have to walk.

After tying the horses to a hiding place, the two of them headed towards Chenxiang Temple.

"Feel sorry."

She concentrated on climbing up the steps, when she suddenly heard the Third Master's voice, which was low and low, more depressing than the gray sky.

"I know you are afraid of horses, but you pretend not to know it. You must be very uncomfortable at this moment."

Yes.

Her internal organs are about to be dislocated.

If you feel uncomfortable, you will suffer, but you will not die.

She smiled and replied pretending to be indifferent: "You don't need to worry too much, Uncle Third, let's go up the mountain quickly."

After all, he quickened his pace.

She was born in Beijing and grew up in Beijing, but she has never been to Chenxiang Temple. She never expected that her aunt would become a monk here.

The nuns in the temple all recognized the third uncle, greeted him when they saw him, and all looked over, wondering who this ordinary-looking Taoist priest was.

She touched the human skin mask on her face, and suddenly cupped her hands and said: "My lord, Huang Jiu, met the three teachers."

"Huang Jiu?"

One of the nuns looked at Huang Tianrun, who said generously, "My nephew."

"I see."

The nun said: "Jing Shu stayed up all night, and I think she is waiting for you."

Huang Tianrun nodded: "Thank you."

After saying goodbye to the three teachers, Xiao Yu followed the three teachers to a small courtyard, where a towering tree stood. It was said that the tree was about 500 years old, and it lived only a hundred years, but it still stood there.

See all the vicissitudes of life, see all the changes in the world.

The old wooden door creaked, dragging a long and piercing sound.

"is it you?"

A crisp sound that was as fragile as dead wood came from the crack of the door, and it fell lightly into the ear, and hit the heart like a hammer.

Huang Tianrun said, "It's me."

"Jingshu, I brought the person you care about."

He walked to the candlestick and lit the candle, the room was brightened instantly, and Xiao Yu could clearly see the person on the bed.

Unfamiliar, yet so familiar, she could find four or five parts of her father's shadow on her face.

This terminally ill nun is her aunt.

It was the person behind the scenes who saved her life.

(End of this chapter)