Nightfall

The eight horses are all amazing horses, and one of them appears in the world, at least it is also the level of Zuojing Wangting ’s gift to the white horse of the nympho. In this way, the eight horses can see how the dragon should be. Of luxury.

However, in fact, the shrine is very broken, and the holes on both sides are not known to be blocked by some dead wood. It is regarded as a successful repair. The embroidered pad on the shrine has been rotten. It looks like it was picked from the garbage dump. .

But this is not the point, the donkey on the shrine is the point. The donkey was small in size, black all over, with only a white mouth on Monday, lying lazily lazily, and its four hoofs were fooling against the sky like a stick.

He put a basket of orange fruit on it and could not recognize its origin. The black donkey was chewing one. Hearing the sound of crisp pulp, it should be rich in pulp.

In a deserted swamp, there are hundreds of thousands or even more wild horses. This is already a very shocking thing, but the wild horses are ordered to be donkeys, and the donkeys are like humans. The same sitting on the shrine, eating fruit lazily, anyone who comes to see it will think it is a monster.

Ning Que knew that this black donkey was not a monster, because he was accustomed to this style in the mountains behind the academy, whether it was an old ox, a big white goose, or his own **** horse. This is the case. Suppose that the black donkey on the court is really Delicate, then he can be regarded as living with the monsters for many years.

When he saw the black donkey on the first glance, he guessed the origin of the black donkey.

In the back hill of the academy, at the top floor of the Red Sleeve Zhaozhao, at the bottom of Daming Lake, from the second brother, from Aunt Jian, from many people, whenever he heard the story of Uncle Xiao, he could always hear people mention the little black donkey .

He listened more and naturally became familiar. Although he had never seen the little black donkey, he always had his position in his heart. There was nothing to be afraid of. There was only uncontrollable excitement. He jumped off the carriage and rushed towards the ruin.

Before coming to Yu, Ning Que noticed that the fur on the black donkey was not smooth, and some areas had fallen off. Looking at the alopecia areata was a bit ugly, he couldn't help but stunned, and then felt sentimental.

Decades ago, Uncle Xiao riding a small black donkey to leave the academy and entered Chang'an, and then riding a black donkey to walk around the world, go to the Lanke Temple, and enter the wasteland to the Mozong Mountain Gate. The legendary story happened, but decades later, the little black donkey is still alive, but it is still old.

Now it is no longer a little black donkey, but an old black donkey.

Several strong mustangs came around from behind, and stopped in front of Ning's absence, covering his sight.

Ning Que jumped up, waved at Qiang and shouted, "I am the academy, I am the academy"

The old black donkey leaned on the back and chewed the fruit happily, with a lazy look, and ignored it at all.

Ning Quexin thought that even if he could understand people's words, he could not believe that he would just shout two words, and let him believe that he was a member of the academy, and he could not help feeling that he was very stupid.

Mind moved slightly, the suspended crystal liquid deep in his body slowly rotated, the pure and awe-inspiring gas slowly poured into his arm, and then dispersed along the fingers into the air.

A very strong and powerful breath suddenly appeared next to the break.

The black donkey continued to chew the fruit, and still ignored Ning Que, thinking slightly, if it was n’t long ago that you were a disciple of the academy, I ’ve spent the hardest time to help you do it? I do n’t even understand this. It ’s a shame to perform like a idiot with awe-inspiring energy. It seems that the academy is really not as good as one generation after another.

Ning Que didn't understand why the black donkey didn't respond, but after understanding the mocking expression on its face, she thought with emotion, and it was indeed the uncle's donkey, and she was so proud of it.

The big dark horse stared at Po Luo's direction with round eyes.

It was in the back hill of the academy for a long time with the old yellow cattle and other mates. How could he not know the reason of the black donkey? At this time, looking at Ning Que's expression, he guessed that this donkey was the other donkey. Feeling uneasy and frightened for no reason, after thinking about it, after all, it was still courageous and came over.

When the eight wild horses with abnormal horses looked down, they felt that this guy was too sneaky. Zhuang Su hissed several times and issued a very serious warning.

The black horse's forelegs were softened by this serious hissing, and she almost knelt down.

The black donkey was reluctant to take Li Ningque, but obviously had some interest in the **** horse. With a quack, he signaled that the eight horses were their own sons and nephews. Let it come.

The **** horse trembled its legs and moved it to the front of the dragon with great difficulty. It humbly and carefully put the horse's head into the dragon, gently rubbed the black donkey's round belly, and licked it out with his tongue out.

In the back hill of the academy, it was bullied by the big white goose called Muyu. He thought that the white goose was just a brother. If this donkey was a master, he might not know how to clean himself up.

The black donkey grunted twice, looking very satisfied and comfortable, and then patted the basket next to it with his front hooves a little awkwardly, beckoning the **** horse to take it for himself, just like the elders gave snacks to children.

The **** horse understood the meaning, but was ecstatic, but he did n’t dare to take more. He drew one in his mouth with carelessness, then bowed his head to express his most sincere respect and gratitude, and pleased the eight horses to shake their hips, Before leaving, he went back to the carriage and started chewing beautifully.

Looking at its stupid and shameless look, the black donkey couldn't help but shook his head, sighed with a sigh, and then looked at Ning Que again, thinking about the person's fight with the shameless aunt in the swamp yesterday. It was stupid and shameless, and shook his head again, with a soft call, and he seemed very disappointed.

Ning Que was a little embarrassed, and thought of his own match with the **** horse. Compared with the match between the uncle Xiaoshi and the little black donkey, it really looks a bit shameful in terms of temperament and strength.

The black donkey quacked twice, and the eight horses in front of him raised their heads, ready to leave.

Just when Ning Que wanted to speak, the black crows parked on the black carriage finally couldn't help but squawked, and seemed very happy.

The black donkey was furious, and he wanted to control whether you were a Pluto or a broken crow from Haotian. He dared to learn how to call me. It was too disrespectful, and he yelled again with anger.

Those black crows were not actually in existence. Ning Que could not kill them with arrows or symbols, but at this time when listening to the black donkeys, they suddenly felt faint and stunned, and no longer dared to speak out in horror. .

Looking at the gradual movement of the broken dragon, Ning Que followed two steps next to the dragon and shouted: "It's rare to meet, always say a few more words, I can be regarded as the disciple's disciple of the young master, Hao Ran is now one of me. People will, logically, his legacy is mine. If you want to do this again, I ’m welcome to you. "

The black donkey was leaning against his belly and welcoming Haotian.

Ignorance is the biggest shame.

Ning Que became more embarrassed and said, "How can I find you after that?"

The black donkey still didn't respond.

Ning Que said again: "Don't you want to go back to the academy to see? The Master is still alive and the old ox is still alive. Brother Master and Second Brother are not the same children as they were now. They should miss you all."

The black donkey slightly hesitated, turned his head to look at Ning Que, and after a moment of silence, he grinned, showing his white teeth, as if laughing, and then snapped, retracting his left front leg and pointing his right front leg north.

The herd of wild horses resting on the meadow, listening to the donkey, raised his head without hesitation, abandoned the first bite of grass that he had eaten in more than ten days, gathered in groups, and began to run.

For a time, the smoke and dust, the hooves thundered, countless wild horses, covering the entire wilderness, began to move at high speed, there was no chaos, it seemed extremely disciplined, it was like an army.

Previously, Ning Que looked at the black donkey with a hoof and a hoof, and felt very funny. At this time, when he looked at the shocking picture of Wanma Pentium, he suddenly felt that the black donkey was like a majestic and inviolable general. Right hand, guide the goal of the expedition for the army of thousands of troops under his command.

The wild horses rushed away, the smoke gradually fell, and Ning Que stood on the meadow, looking at the black dots under the distant sky and the mountains, and watching the looming cracks in between, silent.

After a long time, he said to himself: "Don't eat donkey meat anymore."

Ning Que vaguely wanted to understand that the black donkey is the leader of the wild horse group. Over the years, he has led countless tens of thousands of horses, walking through the ends of the swamp and the northern cold field, chasing the water plants.

Any place where no herders ca n’t go and where cavalry ca n’t arrive is their free world, the real way in the herdsmen ’s legend, maybe it has been a group of wild horses trampled in muddy ponds over the past few decades.

As for the previous **** battle with Ye Hongyu, he was about to be born and died, and most likely when he died, the black donkey took the wild horse group just to pass there ... There is no such a coincidence and luck in the world, that Naturally, the black donkey wanted to save itself and left the swamp with himself.

"Just why is the eight horses dragging? What's so special about this?"

He looked at the wild horses moving in the distance like a shadow and asked subconsciously.

Sang Sang put her small face in the car window and looked at the horses in the distance that lifted up the sky and dust, and said, "Did the uncle Xiaoshi like to have eight horses when he was drinking orders with the Master?"

"Maybe?"

Ning Que got into the carriage and looked back at the wild horses farther and farther, thinking that Uncle Xiao has been pursuing freedom all his life. The black donkey is now living this kind of life. Why should it bother him to be sentimental?

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The sky is green and the fields are vast.

Now when Fang Jinchun is in spring, the grass is not high at first. When the wind blows, the grass will bounce slightly when it is low, and when the grass branches stand, there is no way to block the sheep that are scattered between the meadows like clouds.

The black horse-drawn carriage left the lunar wheel ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ through the mud pool swamp, and finally came to the wasteland where the king of the gold tent is located.

The Golden Account Wang Ting is a country that is about to be forgotten by all Central Plains countries, except the Tang people.

Ning Que joined the army in Weicheng and was affiliated with the Northern Frontier of Datang. He had been playing firewood in Subi Lake for many years. He was very familiar with the king of the Golden Account and this wilderness.

The black carriages walked silently among the sparsely populated meadows.

Like a black cloud.

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