Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, was both civil and military. He was not only the best martial artist in the world with towering martial arts, he was also a master of Confucianism in the world and a long-time scholar of Confucianism.
He was loyal and loyal to the court, and was highly valued and trusted by Emperor Jing. Although he was only a marquis, his mansion was even larger than that of the Duke.
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 a martial arts field, a beast garden, a horse farm and other venues. In addition, it also has a small Forge.
The racecourse is located in the northwest corner of the Marquis Mansion, with a length of 300 meters and a width of 300 meters. It houses more than 200 horses, all of which are top-quality horses that are only one in a hundred or one in a thousand.
More than twenty strong and brave horse-breeding servants were ordered to take care of the horse farm. They were stronger than the ordinary servants of the Marquis Mansion, and almost all of them were martial artists in the Jiao Martial Realm.
"咴咴咴"
"Quickly control the black evil spirit. Chai Feng Horse was gifted to the Hou Mansion by Princess Yun Le. If anything goes wrong, even ten of our heads won't be enough to lose it!"
"Shen Tou, these two horses are kings of horses. Now they are getting angry. More than a dozen people can't hold one of them back. Please hurry up and ask for support!"
"It's too late, Old Man Tu is here!"
Before Jiang Li entered the racecourse, he heard the noise coming from the racecourse in the distance.
Among them were the frightened neighing of the horses, and the frightened and anxious shouts of the horse slaves.
"Is the horse frightened?" Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin looked at each other and walked into the racecourse faster.
The dust was flying in the huge racecourse, and more than two hundred tall and long top-grade horses were running around in confusion. They were huddled in various corners of the racecourse, shivering. Only two great horses, one black and one white, looked at each other, standing in the middle of the racecourse. .
The black horse is unusually tall and strong, with a long mane that almost touches the ground on its neck. Under the winter sun, its fur is as black as ink, as if it has been oiled, and as bright as brocade. From a distance, it looks like an angry beast.
This black evil horse was Jiang Shirong's mount. It was extremely powerful and cruel. It followed Jiang Shirong in his expeditions east and west. The number of enemy soldiers who died under its hooves was incalculable. It was faintly covered with a layer of blood evil murderous aura, and its ghost was hard to get close to.
At this moment, he raised his head and roared like a tiger, his voice was like thunder, and the surrounding air was faintly trembling, like an emperor on a horse, shouting at the world.
"咴"
Opposite the black horse, stood a tall white horse with graceful steeds and a body as white as snow.
The fur is as shiny as jade, and the muscle lines are prominent, full of explosive power.
Although it is not as powerful and powerful as the Black Shama, it is energetic, neither humble nor timid.
It stood calmly on the spot, facing the fierce pressure of the black evil horse, with its head raised high, like an unyielding young man, proud and confident.
Around the two divine horses, there were more than twenty tall and strong horse servants standing.
They held the rope as thick as their wrists tightly, their feet seemed to be growing on the ground, their bodies leaned back, and they pulled hard.
There were more than a dozen ropes, one end tied around the waist, and the other end tied around the two big horses. The ropes were stretched straight and made a squeaking sound.
"What a mighty horse!"
Jiang Xuanxin cried out in surprise. A martial artist in the Jiao Martial Realm could lift a stone lock weighing three to two hundred kilograms with one arm, but more than a dozen slaves pulled together, but they couldn't make any big horse move.
"Princess Yunle is so thoughtful that she actually gives me such a magical horse!"
Jiang Li looked at the white horse with jade-like fur, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
He could tell that the wind-chasing horse Yun Le gave him was by no means an ordinary thousand-mile horse, but a hidden dragon within a horse.
It has not grown up yet, but it is such an extraordinary horse. If given time and cultivated carefully, it may not be able to become a black evil horse.
However, at this moment, the two horses were competing, and the Chasing Wind Horse was slightly inferior to the Black Demon Horse in terms of size and strength.
If they really fight, they will definitely suffer losses.
"啕"
In the middle of the racecourse, the black horse was snoring like thunder. It couldn't stand the white horse's "lower offense" and was on the verge of rage.
The huge horse's hooves beat the ground anxiously, its mouth and nose were as white as a python, its saliva was flowing, and its body was leaning forward, almost ready to rush out.
"Quick, grab Heisha!"
Manager Shen, who was in charge of managing the racecourse, shouted anxiously and his eyelids were about to burst.
He is eight feet tall and is in the late stage of the Jiao Martial Realm. His muscles are all tangled. At this moment, his muscles are towering, and his veins and blood vessels are bulging, and he is pulling hard.
A group of horse servants behind him also shouted in unison and dragged him with all his strength.
But more than a dozen people tried their best, but not only failed to stop Heisha's forward charge, but were dragged up by Heisha's horse.
The soles of the slaves' feet almost plowed into the ground, carving long marks on the ground.
"Don't be angry, you are a horse king who has been famous for many years. Why bother getting angry with a two or three-year-old kid!"
At the critical moment, an old figure dressed in cloth and with a wrinkled face appeared at the edge of the fight between the two horses.
The old man was less than six feet tall and had a stooped back. He was as small as a child in front of the two magical horses, but he looked calm and did not show the slightest fear.
He walked slowly, breathing hoarsely and heavily, and tremblingly came to the angry black horse. He stretched out his hands to hug the black horse's chest and neck, and gently patted it to comfort it.
Strangely enough, the black horse that could not be controlled by more than a dozen Jiao Martial Realm horse-rearing slaves, slowly calmed down under the caressing and patting of the commoner old man.
"Old man Tu, fortunately you arrived in time, otherwise there would have been a big mess!"
Manager Shen relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. He loosened the rope, and more than a dozen horse-keeping servants hurriedly surrounded him. They pulled and pulled, and finally pulled the angry black horse down.
The white horse chasing the wind, which had been opposing the black evil horse, also snorted and left slowly.
"You two gentlemen are visiting the racecourse in person. Can you use horses to travel?"
The potential crisis was over, and Manager Shen saw Jiang Li and Jiang Li standing at the entrance of the racecourse. He quickly dusted himself off and came forward.
"Manager Shen, my sixteenth brother and I want to learn horse skills, please send us a horse-breeding slave with excellent riding skills!" Jiang Li ordered.
"Two young masters, although the slaves at the racecourse are proficient in horsemanship, they are not good at it. Not to mention the martial arts instructors at the Marquis Mansion's martial arts hall, even the cavalry school captain is far inferior. I'm afraid they are not qualified to teach these two young masters! "Isn't it right for Shen Guanshi to do this?"
Jiang Shirong is in charge of the Ministry of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty and is in charge of the military affairs of the world. There are countless martial arts masters in the palace, Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons, many of whom are hiding in the martial arts hall of the Hou Mansion as martial arts instructors.
The horse-raising slaves have superb horse skills, which are far superior to ordinary cavalry, but how can they compare with the masters captured by Zhenwu Hou.
In addition, the rules of the Marquis Mansion are strict, and the servants are not qualified to teach the young masters and ladies in the Mansion.
"Steward Shen, we are all concubines. In the Hou Mansion, we are soft-spoken and weak. We can't ask for lessons from the martial arts hall. If we want to get ahead, we can only rely on ourselves. Steward, don't worry too much. We will go out to the city to learn riding skills. , Never cause trouble to Steward!" Jiang Li took out a silver ingot from his arms and put it into Steward Shen's hand.
"My slave understands what the Master said. In this case, I will choose a horse-breeding slave with the best riding skills for the Master!"
Manager Shen felt the heavy weight of the silver ingot in his hand and couldn't help but feel elated, and immediately replied with a smile on his face.
He turned back and glanced at the martial arts training slaves in the racecourse. He was thinking about which one to send out of the city with Jiang Li, but Jiang Li pointed directly at a figure, "Manager Shen, how is this old man?"
"Gongsun Tu?"
After hearing this, Manager Shen looked in the direction of Jiang Li's finger. He couldn't help but be startled and said hesitantly: "Young Master has extraordinary eyesight. Old Man Tu's horse training skills are among the best in the entire Zhenwu Marquis Mansion, but he has a weird temper. He has always been lazy and arrogant, and I'm afraid the young master won't be able to stand his bad temper!"
