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    Chapter 152 I want to call you Shanxue

    I stretched out my long sword, gently pushed aside the dense shrub branches in front of me, and walked slowly forward following the sound of hooves.  The sunlight passes through the gaps between the branches and leaves, swaying out a dazzling halo. It seems that there is some unknown secret treasure hidden somewhere in the forest ahead, and it makes people want to go forward in a trance.  OK.  As the bushes in front of me continued to decrease, I felt that my eyes were getting brighter and brighter. The mottled light and shadow in the forest seemed to be a magical secret path. It seemed that it was spreading to a distance that I could never reach, and it seemed that it was only one step away.  Can reach the end.

    I stumbled forward like this for a long time. Just when I was doubting whether I could still walk out of this dense forest, suddenly, my eyes suddenly opened up. All the leaves and tree shadows faded away, and a small lawn appeared in front of me.  in front of.  The bright green grass blades were slightly stirred by the breeze in the forest, rolling up ripples of different colors. Some pink flowers swayed among the grass blades, as if they would fly away lightly at some point.  .  A clear and shallow stream flows through the middle of the lawn, and the sound of gurgling water seems to be reciting a quiet prose.  The stream water splashed up from time to time, scattering thin clouds of mist in the air, reflecting the sunlight and vaguely drawing light rainbows.  The sun has never been as warm and bright as it is now, softly falling on every inch of the air like a gauze, but it is so crystal clear and clear without any impurities.

    It should have been an incredible and bizarre event that such a treeless lawn could be hidden in a dense forest. However, I didn't feel there was anything surprising about it at the time - or in other words, I didn't find it surprising at all at the time.  There was no time to think about what was abnormal about all this.

    That¡¯s because, at that time, all my energy was attracted by an animal in the middle of the lawn.

    That is a horse. The long neck, strong hooves, and flying long mane all show the proper shape of a horse.  It was standing by the stream at this time, sometimes raising its head and looking around, sometimes lowering its head to drink from the stream. The satin-like black and shiny coat actually reflected a sharp luster like a spear in the sun, which was so bright that it stung people's eyes.  , and the dazzling color at the bottom of the four hooves is not so much "white" as it is a trace of broken ice and snow in the cold winter.

    But is that really a horse?  Looking at its upright and graceful appearance, I couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.  Have you ever seen a horse like this, so proud, so graceful, with eyes like a wise man and a warrior at the same time.  Just looking at it standing there quietly, you will feel that it is not an animal that actually exists, but a majestic temperament, a string of passionate notes, and a generous poem.  Not drinking water, but playing, singing, dancing, and chanting.  It is like a nightmare that crushes your dreams and walks into reality. It can swallow your soul in just one glance, make your heart dance with it, and let your blood run with it.

    Or perhaps, it is a horse, the only creature in the world that can be worthy of the name "horse", and other things we see that are similar to it are just fake names with the name "horse".  They are just lower beings whose names exist in the world but in fact have nothing to do with them.  If a horse's mission in life is to run, then it is running. Even if it stands there motionless, it still makes people feel like an irresistible wild current, running forward without hesitation.  Looking at the way it gnaws the grass leisurely, one can't help but get excited and want to run with it with one's own life; if the spirit of a horse's life lies in roaring, then it is roaring, even if it  It was standing there quietly staring at a weed in trance, and it seemed to be roaring. It was roaring with every muscle, every blood vessel and even every hair on its body, using its life and spirit to send out a kind of sound.  The roar called "Éú" resounds throughout the world and is touching; or perhaps a horse's pride comes from its elegance, then it is elegance. Every time he raises his head, he is as noble as a duke.  It walked as gracefully as a prince, with bright eyes like a queen, and an elegant body like a princess. When it finally started running, it was as solemn and majestic as a real king, and nature seemed to be crawling on its hooves.  He stood down, looking up at its tall figure in awe, and showed his utmost respect to this wild elf in the mountains.

    ?????????? Its name is "Onzekral Woodland Wild Horse King", but the name means nothing to me.  I only knew that this was a horse that would belong to me and only to me. This thought completely illuminated my mind like a flash of lightning.  I can't remember the last time I believed something with such certainty.  An uncontrollable eagerness surged in my heart, and the feeling was so intense that I felt my heartbeat freeze in an instant.  This feeling of longing was so strong that for a brief moment I was timid about approaching it, and instead wanted to turn around and run away.

     It didn't give me a chance to escape.  While I was hesitating, it seemed to have drank enough water. It snorted and turned around to run towards the jungle behind it.  Its movements looked like it was pacing briskly, with no sign of exerting any force, but it arrived at the edge of the forest in just a blink of an eye, and its figure was about to disappear at the edge of the jungle.

    Almost instinctively, I shook off a rein and pulled it from a distance.  The magic-blessed rope accurately caught the horse's neck. Almost instantly, I felt a wild and huge force coming from the rope in my hand, pulling me forward suddenly.  At this moment, I seemed to hear the painful groaning of the joints on my arm.

    I tried hard to steady my steps and interfere with the creature on the other end of the rope, but I never succeeded.  The king of the forest horses seems to think that his dignity has been insulted. He spreads his hooves steadily, lowers his head and shakes his head violently, trying to tear off the rope around his neck that restricts his freedom.  And just like that, it has stretched me so much that I can't stand on it.  I was swayed by the rope in my hand like a branch in the wind. This scene really didn't feel like I was trying to tame this wild horse, but more like it was playing tricks on me.

    In less than ten seconds, the wild horse easily broke the rope.  This most expensive straw rope I have ever seen was indeed blessed by magic. When it was broken, it disappeared without a trace, not even a blade of grass was left. From this we can see that doing this  The bastards who monopolize the business are so crazy about making money - if those cheating enchanters could use half of the magic power to make the straw rope disappear to strengthen the rope, I guarantee that no one would have to buy a second rope.  .

    The freed Mustang King is not willing to be insulted like this. It glares with a pair of big eyes, raises its head and hisses, and its violent roar has the effect of the "roar of fear" skill, as if it will hit you directly without passing through the eardrum.  the spirit of.  My will was greatly shocked in an instant, and there was a hint of awe and fear in my heart, so that my body could not react immediately.  When I came back to my senses, it had already rushed in front of me like lightning and knocked me away.  I felt as if I had been hit by a ballista. The bones in front of me seemed to have been bent toward the inside of my chest by this blow, piercing deeply into my lungs.

    For a moment, I saw a cloud shadow in the sky flying towards my feet. After a moment, I realized that I was flying backwards on my back. I clearly saw a line of bright red "-234" floating above my head.  words.

    Fortunately, years of solid and hard warrior training and rich adventure combat experience allowed me to quickly recover my consciousness. As soon as my back touched the ground, I jumped up as fast as possible and faced my opponent.  At the same time, the furious horse was roaring and charging towards me, snoring and raising its hooves. It looked like it wanted to give me another vicious kick while I was still on the ground.

    I didn¡¯t let it succeed, but threw the rein again as quickly as possible.  When the red rope was wrapped around its neck again, the forest horse immediately stopped charging and began to stagger and struggle again.

    This time my luck was no better than last time, and the reins did not last longer than last time.  Soon, the Mustang King broke free from the rope again and rushed towards me with an angry hiss.

    Fortunately, I was fully prepared this time. I instantly activated the "Invigorating Heart" effect attached to the Warrior Badge to eliminate the impact of the Mustang King's roar. Then I raised my shield and resisted this violent attack with all my strength.  One blow, before it had time to attack again, and another attempt to tame it began.

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    Even looking back now, it was one of the hardest and most glorious battles in my life.  You know, I have raised my sword to meet the enemy countless times in my life, at the cost of my life and honor, using sharp weapons and strong armor to fight against my opponents. There are also great achievements in defeating the strong and outnumbered enemies with the weak, but this  Although this kind of rough battle is dangerous, it is not difficult - in fact, a battle involving exchange and dialogue with iron and blood is never difficult. When you are in it, you will find that it relies more on survival.  Desire and instinct are at war, you just need to know that you are still alive and want to continue living, that is enough.

    At this moment, it seems that for the first time in my life, I am not fighting to defeat or eliminate my opponent, but to win over my opponent. I am not fighting with my own sharp blade, nor am I fighting to harvest the life of my opponent.  It was more like a competition than a battle, two fiery souls competing against each other with the most tenacious and proud things in their lives. It was to win freedom, and I was more like to win its recognition.  On this miraculous lawn in the dense forest, beside this clear and bright stream, a man and a horse collided with each other again and again, shouting loudly.Sweat and enthusiasm are swaying under the blazing sunshine. It is a heart-warming life experience and a hearty explosion of life in the name of "youth".

    It's been a long time since that incident. When I became stronger, stronger, and even powerful enough to be almost omnipotent, I no longer felt that kind of impulse that burst out from my blood, that kind of spark that seemed to flow through my veins.  , a passion that is always ready to burn.

    Looking at the docile and well-behaved old man next to me, I really want to ask it if it still remembers what happened at that time, the first time we met.  When did it start?  We all seem to have lost the desire to forget all distracting thoughts for a moment and just want to use up all the brute force in our bodies to do something stupid.  Even though our body's functions have never aged, our hearts know that the imprint called "youth" has disappeared from our lives unconsciously.

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    I can¡¯t remember which rein it was.  Twenty?  Thirty?  Or more?  I no longer care whether it¡¯s worth it or not. I don¡¯t care whether the price of these magic reins consumed can buy a mount in the auction house that is not inferior to the horse in front of me. In fact, I have almost completely forgotten it at this moment.  In his original intention, he ignored his own purpose and no longer cared about whether he could successfully tame the wild animal in front of him.

    At this moment, what drives me to keep working hard is just a simple and willful self-esteem, a simple belief that "I don't want to give up earlier than that horse."  As soon as I saw it still running freely there, as if it didn't take me seriously at all, I felt unconvinced, that's all.

    At the same time, I can also feel that my chances of taming it are getting better and better.  From the beginning I was pulled by it to the point where I could no longer stand, but now I can hold the reins and get within five steps of it, and even have the opportunity to touch its mane. I feel that I am getting closer to success little by little -  -No one will give up when they see success approaching.

    If - I mean if - if I run out of reins at this time, and there is a person standing by selling reins to me, I can really buy one for ten times the price without hesitation -  ¡ªEven the lowest level cyan reins will do.

    Thinking of this, I really found out: when I sold the reins before, I sold them too cheap

    Finally, one time, I firmly grasped the rope, successfully stabilized my body, and approached its side step by step.  This time it behaved more docile than before. Although it still struggled hard at the beginning, slowly it seemed to get used to the feeling of its neck being tightly held by a rope and gradually settled down.  I did not pull the rope closer in a hurry, but kept the reins in a semi-tight but not loose state, which could restrain its movements to a certain extent without further irritating its nerves.

    When I was less than one step away from it, I took advantage of the opportunity when it lowered its head. I quietly released my right hand that was holding the reins, slowly stretched out towards its mane, and whispered:

    "Don't be afraid, buddy, don't be afraid, there's nothing to worry about. I don't want to hurt you, I just want to know you better"

    When my hand gently fell on its neck, a soft touch lightly penetrated my fingertips.  It was a feeling that was hard to describe. It was both vivid and clear, yet gentle and comfortable. It was like a breeze passing through my fingers, or like I had caught a warm bolt of lightning.

    Warm lightning?  This is a really strange description.  But if that's not the case, how can I let you understand that smooth and bright touch that makes people feel extremely sharp, but also so warm and exciting that they can't bear to let go?

    But what I didn't expect was that the moment my hand touched its fur, this majestic horse seemed to be greatly frightened, or perhaps it suddenly burst out with an uncontrollable wave of anger because of being violated.  With suppressed anger, his front legs suddenly lifted off the ground, and he stood up with a loud roar.  Only then did I realize clearly what a majestic horse this was. When it stood up, it was almost as tall as two of me, and its muscles were as high as carved from granite. Every inch of it was bulging.  They all seemed to be filled with violent power.  When it suddenly stood up, it was like a huge black mountain peak rising in front of me, and like a dark cloud covering the sky.  From my current perspective, this giant black beast stretches its entire body upwards, and it seems that it only needs one hard kick to fly through the air.

    The red reins that were enchanted were tightened instantly. I don¡¯t know if I really heard it or if it was just a subconscious illusion. A groaning sound of "creak", overwhelmed by being torn to the limit, seemed to be coming from the end of the rope.  came.  I am very sure that if this wild horse is allowed to struggle like this, the magic reins will be broken again and torn in the blink of an eye, and this time my effortsTrying hard will once again be in vain.

    Just when I had almost accepted this failure, suddenly, a crazy idea came into my mind - or in other words, it did not go through my mind, but was directly transmitted to my nerves and muscles,  I made a subconscious action in an instant:

    With the huge force pulling upward along the reins, I used all my strength to rush upwards, turned over and jumped onto its back.  Its back was so supple that I almost slipped off it.  Fortunately, I held the reins tightly enough, and at the same time, I squeezed his waist with my legs desperately, trying to hang myself on his body.

    The stronger horse was obviously unprepared for my sudden attack.  It first screamed "slurp" and then started to jump up and down.  Whenever it jumped to the highest point, it would lift its hind hooves high in the air and try to throw me off its back.  To be honest, I have never experienced such a bumpy moment in my life. Every time it jumped up, I felt like I was being thrown into the sky by a strong force, and every time it landed, I felt like my insides were being damaged.  A hard blow.

    And this is far from the worst thing.

    You have to know that I was straddling its back, and it obviously didn't have any riding equipment on it for me to use.  Even if I try my best to clamp its body, it will inevitably be thrown up to a certain height every time it jumps, and when it lands

    You know!

    There are always some pampered space travelers who complain and complain about that in this world. When they encounter a slight setback, they cry and shout that these unlucky things happen to them. It¡¯s really fucking annoying.  ".  To be honest, I quite despise those empty talkers who talk and take things for granted - how can they not have me who have experienced the "pain in the balls" so personally through field research and research - and not just once, but once  Again and again and again

    I know that today, I have far exceeded the level I was at that time, and I have enough skills and time to recapture a higher-level and more powerful mount, but I have always chosen my old buddy as my only ride, following me everywhere.  Battle and adventure.  This is of course because of the deep friendship between us that I can't bear to abandon it, but I really can't deny that whenever I think about this really "painful" taming experience, it makes it really hard for me to muster the courage to change my mount.  .

    Oh, this really hurts

    Just when I thought I was either going to be thrown off by it or fall to death from the pain in my balls, thank God, thank the gods, he finally gave up on this desperate jolt, and instead plunged into the dense forest and ran wildly.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????If you knew that if you had jumped two more, I would definitely fall off the horse and run away with my head in my arms - to be more precise, it should be my crotch in my arms - would you be very depressed?

    I have never seen any creature running so fast in such a dense jungle. For me, the slanting branches are as dangerous as swords and spears.  At this moment, I can only do two things to prevent myself from being knocked off the horse by any branch: first, lower my body as much as possible and curl up my upper body on the back of the horse under my crotch; second, I can only pray over and over in my heart  The blessing of the supreme god Darimos.

    Since I couldn¡¯t raise my head, I could only see a small area below my feet.  It seemed to me that the horse was not running, but flying close to the ground.  The dots of light in the woods were like meteors flying backwards, gradually converging into a stream of bright light, flowing quickly in front of my eyes.  Some profound alchemy academic masterpieces have mentioned that if the speed of an object can exceed the speed of light, it can transcend time, travel through history, and become the master of time.  Riding on horseback, for a moment I did have some illusion, as if we had transcended the limitations of light and time, had already left the jungle, and were walking through a tunnel of time and space made of light.  .

    I don¡¯t know whether it was because of fear, despair or because this wild galloping inspired some wild part in my blood. I lay on the horse and started shouting loudly.  When my hoarse voice penetrated the depths of the jungle, a refreshing sense of catharsis surged out of my heart.

    "This is not enough!" I yelled while lying on the horse, "Do you dare to go faster?"

    Its ears flicked to both sides and snorted loudly, as if in response to my provocation.

    "You can't get rid of me! Hahaha! You will never get rid of me in this life!" I howled like crazy, "You are mine! You can only be mine!"

    The horse roars loudly, its mane blowing in the wind.

    At this time, a fork to the right appeared ahead, which seemed to lead to higher terrain.  It makes a sharp turn, turnsEntered the fork in the road.

    This road is much smoother than the original one, and the trees around it are no longer so dense.  Without so many dangerous branches, I can already raise my head and look forward.

    When I raised my head, I discovered that there was a cut-off valley in front of me. There was a full two or three feet distance from one end to the other. Underneath the valley, an underground river flowed, making a loud roaring sound. If I fell, I would probably lose all my life.  No bodies were found.

    I should have been scared at this time. I think, looking back, I did seem to feel some kind of fear at that time.  But I don¡¯t know why, a strong desire drove me to shout in the horse¡¯s ear:

    "Fly over! Baby! Let's fly over!" I even let go of my right hand that was holding the reins tightly and pointed forward with all my strength. The feeling of galloping into the wind was intoxicating.  I have not tamed this horse, but at this moment, I seem to be able to feel it, feel its blood rushing, feel its heart beating, it is like a part of my body.  I was sure it could carry me across the chasm, just as I was sure my right hand could draw the sword.

    In the blink of an eye, we have arrived at the edge of the broken valley. The four hooves of the horse are staggered. At this moment, the hind hoof seems to have stepped in front of the front hoof, and then leaps

    The wind flew past my ears. Although it was fast, it was quiet. The whole world became lighter at this moment, just like my body, it was flying.

    I¡¯m not worried at all that this horse can¡¯t cross the valley. I¡¯m just a little regretful that this feeling of freedom is so short that it¡¯s over before people have time to savor it.

    With a soft "snap" sound, the horse's front hooves struck the rock on the opposite side of the valley - oh, I should say this side now - and then the whole body rushed over.  After completing this beautiful leap, it did not run wildly again, but slowed down its pace, slipped around twice, and then stood still.

    At this moment, a dark green halo enveloped us, including humans and horses - oh, this time the taming was finally successful.

    There is a message from the adventure notes: The wild horse king of Wenzekral Woodland has been tamed by you, please choose the name of the mount.

    Yes, I should give this horse another name.  Out of my understanding of the world, I knew that maybe just a moment later, on the forest lawn where I met it, there would be an Onzeklar that was exactly the same as it, both in terms of coat color and physique.  The king of the woodland horses reappears there, and it may not be long before another adventurer brave and tenacious enough will tame it into his own mount.  I believe that there will be many, many kings of wild horses in the Onzekral Woodland, but the only one that belongs to me and is standing erect under my crotch is this one.

    It needs a name, a symbol, a mark that distinguishes it from everything else in the world.

    I thought for a while, and a strange but kind name appeared in my mind for no reason:

    "Shanxue" I stroked its ears and whispered to it, "I want to call you Shanxue!"
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