Reflect the world

Chapter 261 Meeting the Cang Clan Again (Second Update)

Who knows who paved the broad gravel road, stretching from the wilderness to the infinite distance, Tang Xuanming has been walking on it for two days, but he still hasn't seen the end.

The wide gravel road occasionally has a branch and fork, but Tang Xuanming kept in mind Paihu's instructions and walked on the road all the time.

As Tang Xuanming went deeper, humans appeared occasionally on the broad road, and even simple carriages could be seen after a while.

Tang Xuanming found out that every time such a carriage appeared, the people around would show envious expressions when they saw the crude carriage pulled by domesticated black horses.

"It's like looking at a Rolls Royce, as for?"

In Tang Xuanming's opinion, the carriage manufacturing technology on the road can only be described as rudimentary, just a pile of wooden planks that have been polished and pieced together at will.

It is similar to the most crude bullock cart in the countryside that Tang Xuanming saw in the Song Dynasty, but the material used is obviously very good, and it is difficult to break no matter how bumpy it is.

Occasionally, the pattern of an unknown beast can be seen on it, which seems to symbolize the tribe the owner of the carriage comes from.

Tang Xuanming did not communicate with those people too much, and walked forward on his own.

But he doesn't want to look for trouble, but things will look for him.

"Wow, what a powerful beast!"

"As expected of the Cang tribe, even the horse that drives the car has the blood of the dragon tribe."

"It's a red dragon horse. According to legend, it has a trace of real dragon blood, and has the opportunity to become a peerless beast like a dragon horse."

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Walking on the side of the road, Tang Xuanming heard people exclaiming constantly.

Originally, he didn't intend to pay attention, but the words Cangzu Tribe made him unable to help but look up.

A slightly luxurious carriage came from the main road. The whole body of the carriage was red, and the splicing between the wooden boards finally had a sense of beauty. It didn't have the feeling of an ox cart before, and it barely went up two steps.

"It can be regarded as barely reaching the level of ordinary residents of the Song Dynasty. There is no way to pass on the craftsmanship, and the most famous ones."

Tang Xuanming evaluated in his heart, while countless people were already exclaiming and staring at the red dragon horse driving the carriage.

It was a strange horse with red blood all over its body and fine red scales all over its body. There were traces of flames wrapped around the horse's hooves.

The driver was a middle-aged man, with a vigorous momentum and a proud posture.

Even a servant-like character driving a carriage has an unconcealable arrogance between his eyebrows, and he doesn't even bother to look at the people walking on both sides of the road.

And people walking on the road didn't need to say much at all, they walked to the side of the road automatically when they saw the carriage, and there was no need for the middle-aged man to scold them.

Seeing such a scene, the middle-aged coachman smiled triumphantly and still scolded.

"A bunch of mud legs, get out of the way, don't dirty my carriage."

In the early years, he was also a member of this group of people, but by chance, he was able to join the Cang tribe with the triple strength of the Ant Emperor. From his point of view, he flew up to a branch and became a phoenix. All of a sudden, it was enlarged, and they were not characters at the same level at all.

Although he is just a coachman driving a carriage, in his opinion, he is far more noble than these helpless mud legs.

No matter where he goes, he is respected and looked at with envious eyes.

It gave him a sense of accomplishment.

"My identity is different."

The adoring gazes around him made him realize this clearly. He could clearly see the anger hidden in some gazes, but he remained indifferent.

Such angry and powerless eyes were the same as he was back then, completely useless.

In front of the big tribe, everything is empty, no one dares to confront me, I represent the face of the Cang clan.

The middle-aged coachman thought about it proudly, but when he came back to his senses, he found that the sitting red dragon horse was rushing forward uncontrollably.

He was originally walking in the middle of the road, and he was stable, but he suddenly rushed to the side of the road and bumped into a young man dressed in animal skins.

"Royal!"

"Royal!"

He tried his best to steer the carriage, trying to control the direction, but found it was useless.

In front of the carriage, the young man also stood there dumbfounded, as if he was frightened by the sudden situation. Such a situation made him curse in his heart, and angrily shouted at the young man, "Get out of here!"

Tang Xuanming glanced sideways at the menacing carriage. The carriage driven by the red dragon horse rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed. The middle-aged driver on the top had a hideous face, and tried his best to hold the carriage and let the red dragon horse turn in one direction, but But he was powerless to change at all, and was furiously yelling at Tang Xuanming at this moment.

The posture of the middle-aged coachman made Tang Xuanming change his mind. The sword energy condensed in his right hand suddenly dissipated. His footsteps lightly touched the ground, and his whole body was like a erratic leaf, brushing past the galloping red dragon horse. .

After running wildly for a period of time, the originally restless red dragon horse gradually regained its composure, snorting twice and was once again under the control of the middle-aged driver.

Tang Xuanming, who was far away, could clearly hear the angry shouts of the middle-aged coachman, the crackling of the whip, and the carriage quickly disappeared from sight. The person from the Cang tribe seemed not to trouble Tang Xuanming. .

The golden color in Tang Xuanming's eyes disappeared, and he said to himself: "It seems that Chilongma does have a trace of dragon blood."

Just now he deliberately released a trace of dragon energy, which made Chilongma suddenly go crazy and rushed towards him crazily.

Tang Xuanming has a bad sense of the so-called Cang clan, and he was actively picking things up just now.

It was just the attitude of the middle-aged coachman that changed his mind. Although the middle-aged coachman was full of arrogance, he tried his best to avoid pedestrians when the carriage lost control, and he didn't mean to hurt anyone.

"You're lucky."

Tang Xuanming patted the ashes on his body, tightened the package on his back, and prepared to move on.

"Young man, are you okay!"

An old voice suddenly sounded in Tang Xuanming's ears. He turned his head to look, and found a face with vertical and horizontal ravines, one after another of wrinkles filled the whole face, making the old man in front of him look extremely vicissitudes.

The shriveled body and stooped back all proved that this old man was not young. The guard in Tang Xuanming's eyes quickly disappeared. He had always had a good impression of the old man, not to mention that the old man took the initiative to care about him.

He tried his best to show a peaceful smile, and said: "It's okay, the carriage didn't hit me just now, the rider must have been highly skilled, and he grasped the direction of the carriage at the last moment."

"Ahem! It's good that you're not injured."

The old man coughed heavily, stretched out his hands and beat his waist, and sighed: "Don't worry about it, that's a big man of the Cang tribe, not something we little people can touch."

(End of this chapter)