The monk left, but the horse did not leave. At some point, a figure appeared in the fog.

His sword was in his arms, his eyes were covered with cloth strips, and his ponytail was covered with raindrops, but his people looked very clean, and even when walking in such mud, his trousers were clean.

He heard the sound of horses eating grass, and then heard the horse's mind.

The wind blows the ponytail, bringing coolness.

He walked over, and the sound of horse hooves splashed into mud.

"So it's Brother Ma here." He laughed, and the horse gradually calmed down in his laughter.

When he smiled, it seemed that even the rain here was drunk, the spring breeze was still there, and the willows were swaying.

The horse neighed lightly, then lowered its head and continued to chew on the turf on the side of the road.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the horse's neck, saying, "So you don't know where to go!"

He seemed to be able to understand the intentions of horses.

With a sigh, he said again: "Ah! We are both people who have fallen into the world."

It seems contrary to common sense that he compares horses to humans, but he doesn't think so. After all, many people are not as good as horses, but many horses are better than humans.

"Why, Brother Ma, let me go to the ends of the world together!"

He said it calmly, as calm as his men.

When he left, the horse also walked, following him, as if attracted by his back, and seemed to be in some kind of magic.

At this moment, the sound of a horse stomping on the sun was heard behind him, and a horse neighed away the fog.

Could it be that there are other in trouble here?

It is true that there is a horse behind you, but there is someone on the back of the horse.

A tall man, when he saw the figure in front of him, drove the horse to crash into it.

"Does go."

With a long roar and a roar, the mud splashed, his man slid off the horse's back, and his horse hid in the fog and soon disappeared. The man was thrown away by his horse and fell to bite the mud.

“The road is slippery, so be careful when riding a horse.”

The man's calm and gentle voice came from one side, and the tone of speaking seemed to be as if he was watching his child training his words while playing and falling. The horse behind him shook his mouth, as if he was agreeing with his words, but the fog was thick, and I don't know where the little lady was drowned in the fog just now. It's a pity.

It is considering whether to chase after it.

The man laughed again and said, "God gave the best opportunity, the mist sends the beauty, why don't Brother Ma chase after me?"

While hesitating, it heard the man's voice, so it chased him out like an arrow, splashing mud, and splashing the man gnawing mud.

The man passed by his legs calmly and walked towards the fog.

"Stop." The man roared, and his man stood up immediately, his scimitar was unsheathed, and his man looked like a savage, both embarrassed and ferocious.

"What advice do you have?" The man was a little curious.

"Is it me that you tripped over?"

The man said, "It was your horse that flew you away, not me."

"Is that right?" As soon as the words were finished, the man waved his knife and slashed over.

The blade flashes and makes the air become colder.

Just now, he clearly felt that his hand holding the reins was hit by something, and then the horse was frightened and then threw him out.

He knew it must be the one who did it. He was very angry, so he wanted to vent his anger, so he wanted to kill someone.

The fog churned, stirred by the blade like boiling water.
Chapter completed!