Chapter 134 Night Walk

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Then, for the next half day, Jiang Tian spent the next half day trying to get used to his new toy/mount; just like a newbie who got a luxury car in later generations, he worked tirelessly to ride it. Although this car/horse is not quite as good as a Mercedes-Benz or BMW, it is at least as good as a Cadillac Bath King.

Of course, Jiang Tian himself is not a novice. He has galloped horses before at Shandan Army Horse Farm, which was the largest state-owned unit in later generations, and at Xilamuren Grassland, which was a tourist spot. In addition, this horse is indeed The training was very good, so I quickly mastered the basics.

However, Jiang Tian then discovered a new problem; that is, the Qingqi Garden where he lived seemed a little too small. You know, it only covers several acres of vegetation and flowers, and the pond only accounts for half of it. garden. However, if you accelerate a little bit, you can easily hit your head against the wall.

Therefore, most of the time, I can only ride and trot, circling the pond next to Tingliu Xiaozhu; could this be the insatiable greed of people, or the pursuit of extravagant life? Perhaps, this is the seemingly routine conspiracy method of the Kodakya family.

Because, in order to support such a big horse and get the joy of galloping at full strength, you need more space, a larger venue, and more needs. After all, in this metropolis called Shangjing City, there are quite strict speed limits for riding horses across the street.

Therefore, in addition to a few officials responsible for catching thieves and fast riders who summoned people, there were also sergeants in triumphal parade and the ceremonial guard of the special ministers. Riding horses on the main streets of Chang'an was a crime that was subject to key controls and severe punishment. . It is also one of the favorite achievements of the Censor and Jingzhao Mansion.

Therefore, those folk enthusiasts in the city who have money and time want to run freely and freely; apart from the officially designated large-scale competition venues, they can only be designated to open a few sections of inner-wall streets surrounding the inside of the city wall. Carry out horse racing within the scope; think of the virtue of guidance.

After all, only a few families can afford a polo field or a private track at home. However, this has spawned a gray industry; because the officially designated areas are simply not enough to meet the needs, some people have come up with the idea of ​​building streets within the walls surrounding the capital.

However, over time, it became a cat-and-mouse chase and underground competition with many Jingzhao Prefecture robbers and Jinwu disciples patrolling the streets around the inner city wall of Chang'an. It even supported a large group of people living in the shanty towns in the south of the city.

After all, if you want the guards patrolling the city wall to gallop in front of your eyes and avoid being caught by the public and Jinwu guards who appear from time to time after hearing the news and chase them, this not only requires extraordinary equestrian skills, but also requires extraordinary equestrian skills. There must be adequate communication and emergency response measures.

And even if they are caught on the spot, as long as there is no evidence of personal injury or direct trampling on or disturbing people's livelihood, it is difficult for these contestants who have some wealth and background to be convicted of a felony; at most, they It's just a punishment of being ordered to pay compensation, fined, or detained for several months.

On the contrary, in addition to the officially sponsored horse-drawn carriage races and speed races, underground horse racing activities with fewer restrictions and more pursuit of excitement called "city road races" and related private gambling have spawned. Even Jiang Tian's predecessor, who lived in the south of the city, made several related bets.

On the other hand, raising horses is also a delicate job, and the more famous the breed, the more expensive it is. Except for the traditional Mongolian horses that are thin, short, and semi-wild, even the poorest draft horses and draft horses need soybean meal, distiller's grains, and eggs to feed them raw.

The horse itself is also a sensitive social animal. It also needs a sufficiently clean, ventilated and cool environment to prevent it from getting sick easily. It also needs enough space to gallop and regular full-scale running to maintain its basic state and mood. It’s not just a matter of building a stable in the garden.

Therefore, some families in the city who need to raise horses will foster the horses under their own names in professional stables, racing venues, and horse clubs; they will spend a certain amount of money to ensure that they are safe when needed. They can be dispatched and used at any time; therefore, there are also some businesses that specialize in leasing mules and horses.

Of course, Jiang Tian doesn't have to go to such trouble, because all the trivial matters are naturally taken care of. Kodak Ya's family will send someone to take care of them; he can just take care of them at any time. But this also means that he and the family behind Kodakya will be further bound and deepened; but this is still within the level that Jiang Tian can accept.

That night, Ayun carried Ming Fei, who was freshly washed and wearing only a small coat and a transparent white gauze mantle, back on the bed, and carefully arranged it into a position that was convenient for playing with. Jiang Tian, ​​who had just read a lot of documents and case files and wrote a few more chapters, explained:

"I'm going to practice tonight. If there's nothing important, don't leave the building or come to the back garden."

"If you or Qing Shun really need anything, just ring the bell and ask the front office to deliver it to you."

"If this slave knows about it, he will naturally take care of Ming Fei."

Ayun said respectfully:

Not long after, Jiang Tian appeared in the dark and silent backyard; amidst the rustling of the treetops in the night wind and the chirping of insects, he suddenly transformed into a light and tight-fitting outfit; and put on his face The last pair was handed over from Fanlou in the ghost market, a red and black Yama mask that was full of ferocity and power.

The next moment, as he became more and more proficient in the "field" mode, Jiang Tian was loaded into himself; in an instant, he seemed to have lost his own weight, and suddenly jumped more than ten feet high. Then with the renewed weight, it crossed almost half of the trees and buildings in the courtyard, and landed far outside the wall.

Seeing that Jiang Tian was about to fall into the alleyway outside the wall, he moved his mind again towards another building in the distance, and suddenly, under the reverse pull of his "guidance" ability, he leaped up again... A moment later, Jiang Tian Under the influence of the alternate use of guidance and fields, he successfully jumped up.

And below him soaring on the night wind, there were layers of pavilions, pavilions and courtyards; they were either brightly lit and filled with the sound of musical instruments and banquets, or they were submerged in the darkness, but they gave out the atmosphere of home. The murmurs and whispers of life. He even jumped across the water of Qujiang River.

Then, taking advantage of the bright moonlight that once again emerged from the clouds, he stood on the eaves of a high-rise villa on the shore and looked at the Furong Garden (Royal Forbidden Garden) surrounded by palace walls; the next moment, he Amidst the croaking of the night crows who were startled, he successfully jumped up to the corner of the palace city.

Then, using this corner tower as a reference, Jiang Tian re-aimed at the city where thousands of lights were brightly lit, like a splendid galaxy. At the end of the bright lights in the distance are the Imperial City in the north, the Xingqing Palace in the northwest, and the Daming Palace in the north on Longshou Mountain higher up.

The majestic palace city in the gleaming light is like a giant beast standing in the darkness, overlooking the homes of billions of people; while the patrolling clock and the timely banging of clappers can faintly convey the deep feeling of peace. The sound of bells and tripods chiming softly.

However, this is not Jiang Tian's current goal. He quickly pointed the direction to the northwest, where an eleven-story tower was shrouded in flickering lights from top to bottom. That is the landmark building of Daqinglong Temple, the Great Buddha Sambhogakaya Relic Pagoda, which is one of the ancestral halls of Tang Tantric Buddhism and the main temple of Shingon Sect.

It is also the place where Huiguo, the former Tantric master, stayed in Xixi for a long time. It is said that among the eight famous Buddhist masters who spread Fuso Buddhism from the East to the Tang Dynasty, six of them (Kukai, Engying, Ennin, Huiyun, Enzhen, and Zongrui) all received the Dharma at Qinglong Temple. Qinglongfang, where Daqinglong Temple is located, is also named after the temple.

However, right here, covering half of the city, opposite the northeastern corner of the Da Qinglong Temple, there is a princess's villa and a Taoist temple where she sacrificed her life to become a monk - Youxian Temple, which is also the target of Jiang Tian's current exploration. . However, the next moment, a faint exclamation sounded from below the corner tower.