Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 52 Maxima!
Zhenwuhou Jiang Shi was both civil and military. He was not only the number one martial artist in the world, but also a master of Confucianism in the world.

He was loyal to the imperial court, and he was deeply trusted by Emperor Jing. Although he was only a Marquis, his mansion was even bigger than the Duke of the State.

Zhenwuhou Mansion spans seven miles from east to west, and is almost a small city. It not only has countless houses and dozens of courtyards, but also has venues such as a martial arts field, a beast garden, and a horse farm. In addition, it also has a small forge.

The racecourse is located in the northwest corner of Houfu, with a length and width of 300 meters. There are more than two hundred horses in captivity, all of which are high-quality horses selected one in a hundred or one in a thousand.

More than 20 strong and brave horse-breeding servants were ordered to take care of the horse farm. Compared with the general servants of the Hou Mansion, they were stronger, and almost all of them were martial arts masters.

"咴咴咴"

"Take control of Heisha quickly, the Chasing Wind Horse was awarded to the Hou Mansion by Princess Yunle, if anything goes wrong, ten of our heads are not enough to lose it!"

"Shentou, these two horses are kings of horses, and now they are angry, and even a dozen people can't hold one horse, so please hurry up and ask for help!"

"It's too late, old man Tu!"

Before Jiang Li entered the racecourse, he heard the noisy sound from the racecourse in the distance.

Among them, there are not only the frightened neighing of the horses, but also the fearful and anxious shouting of the horse servants.

"Is the horse frightened?" Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin looked at each other, and walked into the racecourse faster.

The huge racecourse was full of dust, and more than two hundred high-quality horses of height and length fled chaotically, curled up in various corners of the racecourse, shivering, and there were only two magnificent horses, one black and one white, looking at each other, standing in the middle of the racecourse .

The black horse was unusually tall and strong, with a long mane that almost fell to the ground around its neck. In the winter, its fur was as black as ink, as if it had been oiled, and as bright as brocade. Looking from a distance, it looked like an angry beast.

This black horse was Jiang Shirong's mount. It was powerful and had a tyrannical temperament. It was hard to measure the number of enemy soldiers who died under Jiang Shirong's heels.

At this moment, he raised his head and roared like a tiger, his voice was like thunder, and the surrounding air trembled faintly, like an emperor on a horse, shouting and asking the world.

"咴"

Opposite the black horse, stood a tall white horse that was elegant and elegant, and its whole body was as white as snow.

The fur is as shiny as jade, the muscle lines are prominent, and it is full of explosive strength.

Although not as majestic and sturdy as the Heisha horse, it is full of vitality, neither humble nor timid.

It stood calmly on the spot, facing the fury and coercion of the black horse, the horse's head was raised high, like an unyielding boy, proud and confident.

Around the two divine horses, there were more than twenty tall and strong horse-breeding slaves.

They held tightly to the wrist-thin ropes, their feet seemed to grow on the ground, their bodies leaned back, and they pulled desperately.

There are more than a dozen ropes, one end is tied around the waist, and the other end is put on the two big horses. The ropes are stretched straight and make a creaking sound.

"What a mighty horse!"

Jiang Xuanxin cried out in amazement, a warrior at the Flood Martial Realm can lift a stone lock of three to two hundred catties with one arm, but a dozen servants pull it together, but they can't make any big horse move its body.

"Princess Yun Le has a heart, and she even gave me such a magical horse!"

Jiang Li looked at the white horse with jade fur, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

He could see that the chasing horse that Yun Le gave him was definitely not an ordinary horse, but a horse with a hidden dragon.
It has not yet matured, but it is so extraordinary. If it takes time and careful cultivation, it may not be impossible to become an existence like the giant black horse.

But at the moment when the two horses are fighting, the Chasing Wind Horse is slightly inferior to the Heisha Giant Horse in terms of size and strength.
If they really fight, they will definitely suffer.

"哕"

In the middle of the racecourse, the black horse's nose was like thunder, and it couldn't bear the white horse's "following offense", and it was on the verge of fury at this time.
The huge horse's hoof beat the ground anxiously, its mouth and nose were white like a python, saliva was flowing, its body leaned forward, almost about to rush out.

"Quick, grab Heisha!"

Shen Guanshi, who is in charge of managing the racecourse, yelled anxiously, his eyelids were about to burst.

He is eight feet tall, in the late stage of the Flood Dragon Realm, and his whole body is full of muscles. At this moment, the muscles are towering, with blue veins and blood vessels protruding, and they are struggling to pull.

All the servants raising horses behind him also shouted in unison, dragging desperately.

But more than a dozen people tried their best, not only failed to stop Heisha's forward charge, but were dragged up by Heisha's horse instead.

The soles of the servants' feet almost plowed into the ground, leaving long marks on the ground.

"Don't be angry with the evil spirit, you are a horse king who has been famous for many years, why bother to get angry with a two- or three-year-old kid!"

At the very moment, an old figure dressed in commoner clothes with a wrinkled face appeared at the edge of the two horses' fight at some point.

The old man was less than six feet tall, with a hunched back, in front of the two divine horses, he was as small as a child, but his demeanor was calm, without showing the slightest fear.

His steps were slow, his breathing hoarse and heavy, and he tremblingly came to the furious Heisha horse, stretched out his hands to hug the black horse's chest and neck, and patted it gently to comfort him.

Strange to say, the Heisha horse, which could not be controlled by more than a dozen or so horse slaves at the Flood Martial Realm, slowly calmed down under the caress and pats of the commoner-clothed old man.

"Old man Tu, thank you for coming in time, otherwise there will be a big mess!"

Manager Shen let out a sigh of relief, he let go of the rope, and more than a dozen horse-breeding servants hurriedly surrounded him, pulling and pulling, and finally pulled the angry black horse down.

And the chasing wind white horse, which had been fighting against the black horse, also snorted and left slowly.

"The two young masters have come to the racecourse in person, can you use horses for travel?"

When the potential crisis was resolved, Manager Shen saw Jiang Li and Jiang Li standing at the entrance of the racecourse, and hurriedly slapped the dust on their bodies and came up to them.

"Shen Guanshi, Sixteenth Brother and I want to learn horse skills, please send us a horse-breeding servant with excellent riding skills!" Jiang Li ordered.

"You two gentlemen, although the servants in the racecourse are proficient in horse skills, they are not in the top class. Not to mention the Martial Arts in the Martial Arts Hall of the Hou Mansion, even the cavalry captain is far inferior. I am afraid that they are not qualified enough to teach the two young masters! "Shen Guanshi is wrong.

Jiang Shirong was in charge of the military department of the Great Zhou Dynasty and commanded the military affairs of the world. There were countless masters of martial art in the mansion, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, many of them hid in the Martial Hall of the Marquis Mansion as teachers of martial arts.

The horse slaves have superb horse skills, far surpassing ordinary cavalry, but how can they compare with the masters of Zhenwuhou's snare.

Coupled with the strict rules of the Hou Mansion, slaves are not qualified to teach young ladies in the mansion.

"Shen Guanshi, we are all bastards. People in the Hou's mansion are soft-spoken and weak. We can't invite the instructors of the martial arts hall. If we want to get ahead, we can only rely on ourselves. Don't worry too much about things. We will go out of the city to learn how to ride. , never cause any trouble to the steward!" Jiang Li took out a silver ingot from his bosom and put it in the hands of Steward Shen.

"The slaves understand what the young master said. If that's the case, I will choose a horse-raising slave with the best riding skills for the young master!"

Feeling the heavy weight of the silver ingot in his hand, Manager Shen couldn't help being elated, and immediately replied with a beaming smile.

He turned his head and glanced at the martial arts training slaves in the racecourse, and was thinking about which one to send out of the city with Jiang Li, but Jiang Li directly pointed to a figure, "Shen Guanshi, how is this old man?"

"Gongsun Tu?"

Shen Guanshi heard the words, looked in the direction of Jiang Li's finger, couldn't help but startled, hesitantly said: "Young master has extraordinary eyesight, old man Tu's equestrian skills are one of the best in the whole Zhenwuhou Mansion, but he has a weird temper, I've always been lazy and sloppy, and I'm afraid the young master won't be able to stand his bad temper!"

(End of this chapter)