The festival of Lapa is celebrated universally, and the horses come out of the lower river.
Killer black horse for the first time out of the house, in the cold wind, unique spirit of spreading hooves all the way to run wildly, a handful of eye-covering partially divided black hair on the head in the wind swinging a swing.
The long country roads spread irregularly under the horse’s hooves.
“Hey, Zhu Pingan, why are you sneaking around? Lol, like a bereaved dog.”
Not far out of the village at the fork in the road, a red cloak Li Shu steered her horse and quietly appeared, her clothes fluttering, slightly tilted face, white neck, a pair of big black eyes, full of essence and weirdness.
Behind also followed the buns little maid painting, pawing the hem of the skirt panting after their own young lady.
“In broad daylight, why are you sneaking around. You, are here to see me off?” Zhu Pingan stopped his killer black horse and looked at the belly-heavy girl Li Shu, hooking his lips as he asked.
“Thinking beautifully, who sent you, I came to walk the horse, saw a toad lying on the horse’s back from afar, felt familiar so I came to take a look.”
The dark girl Li Shu disdainfully rolled her eyes and denied it, skimming her small mouth and said.
“Toad? Oh, wishing me luck in the Toad Palace again?” Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly and laughed.
“Really cheeky, but also toad palace to win the laurel, I see you grey sneaking away, clearly afraid of failing to be laughed at by the village people. The capital is a gathering of the world’s talents, I see that when you leave the capital, I’m afraid you’ll have to grey and sneak away as well.”
Li Shu, the dark girl, with her big black eyes, looked askance at Zhu Pingan, and her rosy cherry lips carried a three-pronged sneer.
“Then just wait and see.”
Zhu Pingan slapped his killer black horse and once again set off on the road to catch the examination.
At the fork in the road, Li Shu, the dark belly girl, kept watching Zhu Pingan’s figure disappear into the distance before turning her horse around and leading the bun little maid back to Shanghe Village.
Guanshan Town
Anyone who has been here before knows that this place is surrounded by mountains, the foothills of which spawn barren villages one after another, and after getting off the official road, the mountain roads are not so good, undulating. The ditches and rocks are overgrown and take on an irregular shape. The people along the road are in this irregularity, repeating the life dance of sunrise and sunset.
Killmonger Dark Horse had just left the house. Energetic, by noon he had already passed through the mountain town of Leaning Mountain, passed five or six villages one after another, and rested his feet at the foot of a mountain with a stream.
Zhu Pingan moved the things on the back of the Killer Horse down temporarily and tethered the horse to a tree trunk. Let the black horse rest and eat hay. Zhu Pingan himself also found a sheltered place, leaning against the rocks from the baggage took the mother Chen’s pancakes, eaten with pickles.
The sunlight was not very good and there were dark clouds approaching. The river is covered with hay, and in the distance there is a shepherd boy holding a big yellow dog driving the sheep home to eat lunch, the big yellow dog barks happily behind the sheep, and those sheep who have gnawed enough dry grass shake their stomachs, and in this piece of wintry land, they are content to go home along with their little master.
After eating two pancakes. Zhu Pingan again stayed to kill the black horse to eat the hay for a while, and again re-positioned the things on the horse’s back, and once again embarked on the journey to catch the examination.
In the cold winter time, the small stones on the road were frozen and brittle, when the black horse with horseshoes stepped on it, the small stones made a crunching sound and shattered. Then, as if he had found something interesting, the black horse picked the place where there were crushed stones, just to hear the sound. Zhu Pingan on the back of the horse was then turned upside down by this brain-dead black horse of Killmart.
So much so, Zhu Pingan pulled on the reins several times before he was able to change the bad habits of this brainwashed horse.
The first time he truly went out on his own, he had arranged the journey entirely by himself and was inexperienced. Not knowing the road conditions and the road ahead, Zhu Pingan missed a mountain village in the evening, and then drove his horse for seven or eight miles without seeing a village.
Unconsciously the sun has already fallen into the western mountains, the mountain beams burned to the general red, the dark clouds were also burned to change the colour.
Look around. The mountains are heavy, can not see a little bit of life, only a mountain road spread to the front, disappeared in the distance.
The Killmonger Black Horse was also tired, and had no more strength to hurry, and his speed slowed down a lot, which made Zhu Pingan give up his intention of returning to that village eight miles back.
Zhu Pingan rode on his horse and looked around, the mountains were heavy, just as Zhu Pingan was disappointed, he saw what appeared to be a small house at the foot of the mountain about fifty metres away on the left side of the mountain road, so he dismounted, led the Killing Horse Black Horse down the mountain road, and headed towards the small house along an almost invisible path.
As we got closer, we could see that this house seemed to be a simple house for mountain hunters to temporarily rest their feet, made of wood and thatch as the main material, it seemed to be somewhat similar to the shanty that was hijacked by the Demoness Ruo Nan on the way of the Childhood Tests, but this one seemed to be a little better.
“Excuse me, is anyone there?”
Zhu Pingan was outside the door, arching his hand and asking loudly.
There was no one to answer, and Zhu Pingan asked loudly three more times, and still no one answered. It was estimated that this shanty should not have been inhabited for a while, and it was estimated that the hunters did not come here often.
Zhu Pingan led the killer black horse to the door, opened the latch and pushed the door open, the inside is still clean, but it also looks like it has not been lived in for a while.
Zhu Pingan led the black horse into the shed and tied it to a post, then moved the things on the horse’s back down and put them on the straw bed in the shed. Then Zhu Pingan searched for a scythe in the shed, took it out of the shed, around the scythe cut some hay to carry to the shed, to serve as the grass of the black horse killer, so carried three times.
Shanty living utensils are still complete, there is a ring iron pot and firewood, Zhu Pingan also temporarily borrowed the next, from the outside to pick up some firewood and hay, and take the iron pot to the creek not far from the back of the house, with a stone smashed open a spot of ice, with the creek water to clean the iron pot, and then sheng a pot of cold creek water into the shanty with the end of a pot of cold water.
Put down the rice, make a fire, cook the rice, bake the cake.
Fragrant millet porridge, with mother Chen’s pickled cucumbers and small vegetables, after a day of running around, is simply enjoyable. After eating and drinking enough, the remaining millet porridge was poured into a basin and then brought to the killing black horse, so that it could also drink some hot water.
After that, Zhu Pingan tidied up the beds a bit more and covered them with thick straw, then spread the bedding he carried on the straw, after which he closed and bolted the shanty door from the inside.
Running around for a day now, although it is riding a horse, but also very tired, fortunately, mother Chen made a rabbit fur padding for the saddle, so as not to rub the legs.
But tired after tired, Zhu Pingan also did not immediately rest, but as usual, ready to read a book for a while before going to bed.
He built a fire in the hut, put in a mixture of coarse and fine firewood, and the fire burned brightly, both illuminating and keeping him warm.
Zhu Pingan sat in front of the fire, holding a volume of books and reading them with great interest by the light of the fire. The firewood made a crackling sound, and the warmth came, making Zhu Pingan unconsciously hum in comfort, changing to a comfortable position and continuing to read.
After adding firewood twice, Zhu Pingan collected his scrolls and prepared to rest, moving the straw near the fire far away and the firewood far away to remove the safety hazards before getting into bed.
Lying on the bed, he was right opposite the window, and could have an unobstructed view out of the window.
The dark clouds cover the moon, and people are nowhere to be seen, so I can’t tell you how lonely it is.
