Chapter 699 The Amazing Horse King (Second Update)
Around 9:00 AM, it drizzled a little in Shengdu.
Old Master Meng took his rebellious disciple to a pavilion inside the Imperial Preceptor's Hall to take shelter from the rain. It was near the main gate, and Gu Jiao could see them at a glance if she came out.
Disciples from the Imperial Preceptor's Hall served tea and refreshments.
Mr. Meng sat down quietly and sipped his tea.
Feng Yuehua didn't have that honor. He had just caused a huge disaster and was now standing obediently beside Old Meng, like a big quail that had done something wrong.
In other words, Gu Jiao didn't regard the old man as a chess master, so everyone else, especially the people in the chess club, didn't dare to offend him.
The old man had a bad temper, was easily angered, picky and unreasonable, and would often kick his apprentices out. Feng Yuehua was not the first to become Meng Lao's apprentice, but she was the only one who stayed.
That's why he became the eldest disciple.
The reason why Master Meng was so confident was threefold: first, he was an honored guest of the Imperial Preceptor Hall; second, he was highly regarded by the emperor; and third, he was indifferent to fame and fortune, cared little about material possessions, and was not afraid of death.
Live one day at a time, it's a day of profit; if you don't live, it's no big deal.
With no weaknesses and no ambitions, one is naturally fearless.
Mr. Meng had just finished his cup of tea when Feng Yuehua quickly refilled it for him, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Teacher, where have you been these past few days? I've been looking for you everywhere, but I haven't been able to find any news about you. Your coachman has also gone back to the countryside, and I can't find him either."
Mr. Meng gave the driver a day off so that the guys from the chess shop wouldn't bother him after finding out his address.
Mr. Meng snorted.
He didn't want to deal with this traitor at the moment.
What kind of taste do you have? How could you associate with someone with such a wicked mind?
Don't say that he's too old to argue with a little girl.
Is this a matter of holding a grudge or not? They bullied his apprentice, and he's being merciful by not retaliating.
That's right, from today onwards, the baby is his apprentice.
He wouldn't allow her to renege.
Feng Yuehua asked awkwardly, "Teacher, what's the story with that junior brother? Where did you meet him? Have you been by his side all this time? Mu Ruxin said he's from a lower country, which country is he from? Is he from Zhao?"
Since Master Meng came from the State of Zhao, Feng Yuehua naturally assumed that if he were to take on a disciple, he would try his best to take care of the people of Zhao.
Mr. Meng sneered, "You have time to ask about this, but not time to clean your eyes?"
Feng Yuehua said in a low voice, "Teacher, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have given our chess club's invitation to Mu Ruxin."
Mr. Meng looked at him with an expression that seemed to wish he could kill him.
Feng Yuehua shrank back: "I shouldn't have personally brought her to the Imperial Preceptor's Hall."
Mr. Meng still wished he could kill him.
Feng Yuehua broke out in a cold sweat. Where exactly did he not say something right?
Why don't you say something?
Feng Yuehua wiped away a cold sweat and said, "I...I...I shouldn't have associated with her!"
Mr. Meng continued drinking his tea.
Feng Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief.
Oh my god, I finally guessed right!
Feng Yuehua glanced into the Imperial Preceptor's Hall and asked curiously, "Junior Brother, what do you want with the Imperial Preceptor? Why hasn't he come out yet?"
Speak of the devil and he appears.
Gu Jiao, accompanied by Yu He, walked over from the other end of the road.
Mr. Meng got up and left the pavilion. Feng Yuehua hurriedly followed, reaching out to help him as they descended the steps: "Teacher, please slow down!"
The four met on the main road of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall.
Yu He bowed respectfully and said, "Elder Meng."
Mr. Meng nodded slightly and looked at Gu Jiao beside Yu He, asking, "How is it?"
Gu Jiao said, "It went very smoothly."
Old Mr. Meng's brow twitched, his eyes gleaming with keen insight: "Then how long will it take—"
Gu Jiao said, "As long as A-Yan's health permits, it can be done at any time."
Feng Yuehua was completely baffled. What kind of riddle were his teacher and junior brother talking about? He couldn't understand a word they said.
Mr. Meng stroked his beard: "Good, very good. This trip was worthwhile. Now go back."
"Teacher, are you going back to the chess manor or—ow—" Feng Yuehua was halfway through his sentence when a sharp, bone-cracking pain shot through the back of his right foot, and he bit his finger with a yelp.
Old Mr. Meng nonchalantly withdrew his foot, waved his old arm, and ran forward with his old, shuffling steps, completely disregarding his image: "Oh dear, I promised Yan'er I'd play chess with him today! Hurry back! Hurry back!"
Feng Yuehua: "..."
Gu Jiao: "..."
Old Master Meng displayed the air of someone whose skills had not diminished with age, and quickly arrived at the alley to the right of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall, where the carriage was parked.
But when Mr. Meng arrived there, he discovered a serious problem—the Horse King was missing!
The horse king's reins were originally tied to a post, but now only the rope is visible.
Old Master Meng stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning: "This is the territory of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall! Who dared to steal the horse that was tied up here! Did any of you see it?"
The disciples nearby heard Master Meng's voice and came over to say, "We didn't see anything."
If any suspicious persons are seen, they will definitely be detected by the patrolling assassins.
Therefore, there is only one possibility: the horse king ran away on his own.
Horse King usually likes to run around when it comes out to pull the carriage, but no matter where it runs, it will always pull the carriage back when it's had enough fun, so Gu Jiao usually lets it do as it pleases unless she's in a hurry.
However, Gu Jiao wouldn't allow the carriage to run around wherever it was parked.
It has to watch the carriage!
Gu Jiao touched her chin, looking confused: "What did it see?"
Thinking of Ma Wang's usual unreliable behavior, Mr. Meng's expression suddenly changed: "Could that silly horse have been kidnapped?"
On a quiet, empty street, the Horse King grinned widely, chasing after a man and a horse ahead.
It was sitting idly in the alley, almost asleep, when suddenly a dark shadow flashed past its eyes, blowing its mane up in a whoosh!
The horse king had never seen such a swift horse before. He was so excited that he was wide awake. He quickly shook off the carriage shaft, bit off the reins, and chased after it with a whoosh.
Despite being only two and a half years old, the horse king was faster than most adult horses. It tried its best to catch up, but it could not catch up easily.
It didn't give up and chased it for several blocks.
The tall, powerful horse stopped in front of a mansion.
The guard stepped forward and bowed: "Your Highness!"
Han Shizi tugged at the reins and responded in a deep voice, "Open the gate."
The guards opened the gates of the Han residence, and the Crown Prince rode in on his horse. Then the gates slammed shut behind him.
Horse King lingered not far away for a while.
It was a clever horse. Unable to enter through the gate, it circled the mansion and found a fenced pasture.
A row of stables can be vaguely seen at the end of the pasture.
Horse King took dozens of steps back, adjusted his speed, ran with his legs up, and in one go, leaped up and crossed over!
Its tail darted past the sharp corner of the fence!
The horse's mane bristled!
He almost became a gelding!
After landing, the horse ran straight to the stables without stopping.
Han Shizi had just handed his mount over to Chu Nan, the horse trainer of the Han family.
Chu Nan patted the horse's neck and said in amazement, "It's seventeen years old and still so strong."
Generally speaking, a horse's seventeenth year is roughly equivalent to a person's fifties, when their energy and condition begin to decline. However, this horse seems to still be at its peak.
Han Shizi said with no small amount of pride, "It is the Black Wind King."
Chu Nan smiled and said, "That's true. Only the Black Wind King could do something like that."
Prince Han stroked its mane and asked, "Can it still go to the battlefield?"
Chu Nan smiled and said, "No problem."
Han Shizi nodded: "Take good care of it and let it fight for a few more years."
Chu Nan replied, "I know."
After Han Shizi left, Chu Nan took the Black Wind King to its own large stable. It could not be kept with the other Black Wind Riders, otherwise it would frighten the herd.
Chu Nan brought it some concentrated feed and sprinkled it with salt.
Black Wind King expends a great deal of energy, and eating only grass or roughage is not enough; concentrated feed and salt grains are indispensable.
"Chu Nan! This horse seems to be injured, come and take a look!"
"They're here!"
Chu Nan didn't have time to put away the feed bucket, so he poured water into the water trough next to him and went to another stable.
Ma Wang came over after Chu Nan left.
It originally came to fight Black Wind King, but the food looked so delicious that it decisively squeezed next to Black Wind King and started to snatch the food from him.
Ma Sheng's first encounter with the Black Wind King stealing his food: "???"
Black Wind King was enraged, his powerful aura emanating from him. He raised his front hoof and slapped the Horse King hard across the face!
Horse King was not to be trifled with; it reared up and retaliated with a thud.
Then it was criticized harshly.
Two-and-a-half-year-old Horse King Baby is no match for Old Black Wind King!
When Horse King couldn't defeat it, it sprang to its feet and went to Black Wind King's side, rubbing its head against him and trying to please him!
Since it wasn't a fully grown horse, Black Wind King wasn't very wary of Horse King.
Since Horse King was being so obsequious, after being rubbed against for a while, Black Wind King didn't beat it when Horse King went to eat again.
But just because it doesn't beat up the Horse King doesn't mean the Horse King won't beat it up.
After the Horse King finished eating first, while the Black Wind King was engrossed in eating, the Horse King kicked it with a kick!
After kicking Black Wind King, Horse King turned and ran!
(End of this chapter)
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