Chapter 212 The Pavilion

You know, people can strengthen themselves by injecting various serums, why can't beasts?

It can't be ignored that the werewolf bloodline is so powerful, not to mention that it can revive the dead, grow flesh, help animals cure diseases, and improve their courage by the way, right?

For some reason, the more Lu Li thought about it, the more feasible it became!

So, the blood dripped down.

into the mouth of the black-maned horse.

As for whether he can make it through, that's out of Lu Li's consideration. It depends on this guy's luck. Anyway, it's better than lying on the ground waiting to die.

One second...two seconds...

A few breaths have passed, and there is still no change.

Seeing this, Lu Li heaved a long sigh, and was about to run wildly, to see if he could find another means of transportation on the road, in case he was lucky.

Sigh!

Suddenly, there was a rapid neighing sound from behind. The black horse, which was paralyzed in the snow and had more air than it took in, shook its mane and stood up straight away.

Then, under Lu Li's surprised gaze, it snorted, and a gray mist spewed out from its mouth.

Afterwards, the eyes of the black-maned horse began to become bloodshot, and the sound of broken bones also sounded.

In the end, an exceptionally handsome horse was born——

The bones are big and thick, the mane is tall and wide, the eyes are like hanging mirrors, the head is like a side brick, the legs are round like a deer, and the neck is thinner than a phoenix. Under the back bridge, the bones are raised to form a peak. The long tendons are dense like petals, the roots of the ears are iron, the cedar wood is difficult to square, the tail is originally Korean, and it is not like a brick, the abdomen is flat and the legs are small, the square is driven with strength, the nose is big and the panting is sparse, and there is no lack of breath.

In human terms, it is tall, with a slender neck and slender limbs. Riding it on the road has a 100% return rate, no less than later generations riding a limited-edition sports car to bomb the street.

Seeing the owner staring at him, the black-maned horse neighed up to the sky, landed on its hind legs, and stood up, while the ropes that bound it broke apart in an instant.

Xilu... Aww!

Is this cheating?

Lu Li's head was full of black lines, but his movements were not slow. When the front legs of the horse hit the ground, he immediately sat up, pulled the reins, tightened his grip, and said in a low voice:

"drive!"

The horse's hooves kicked, and the gray-white hooves smashed the ice and snow into the frozen ground.

woo woo woo woo woo woo

At the same time, strange screams sounded in the forest.

The black-maned horse whose pedigree has been promoted seems to be very proud. It doesn't need to be greeted by anyone. It keeps accelerating, and the water mist exhaled from its mouth and nose turns into frost in an instant under the low temperature, which is really beautiful.

Not only that, but this guy completely forgot how embarrassing he was in the mess of feces and urine not long ago, and turned his head from time to time to take a look at Lu Li——

The mane is flying, and the eyes are like copper bells.

It seems that he wants the owner to praise it a few words, or, he wants to add a few more drops of blood to further transform it.

Naturally, Lu Li ignored this coward, and directly pulled out the Huan Shou knife, slapped the horse's ass with the back of the knife, and said in a low voice, "Drive!"

Ow!

The four hooves kicked like flying, and the speed increased even more, and the biting cold wind whizzed by his ears.

According to this footstep, at most three hours, you can reach Fenyang City, and the guards who take their cheap daddy on the road, even if they are traveling non-stop, it will take seven or eight hours to arrive.

After all, complex road conditions, snow conditions, and various emergencies must be considered.

As he was far away from Pingtao, which was about to be captured by the Yellow Turban Army, Lu Li's mind was racing.

I wonder if Lu Xu is dead?

It may be the principal's evil taste, for fear that the students will not be able to participate in the play——

That man looks exactly like his own father!

In addition, the Han Dynasty ruled the country with filial piety, as long as Lu Xu survived this test, it would be difficult for Lu Li not to be filial.

Because, thinking of that face, Lu Li felt many complicated emotions in his heart.

What a crime! !

As usual, start with an orphan status, can't you?

Principal, your mother...

Out of awe, Lu Li abruptly stopped the greeting and forced himself to think about other things.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion, Luo Yang, Han Lingdi, Cao Cao, Yuan Shu, Yuan Shao, Xiliang Dong Zhuo, and the military ceiling of the Three Kingdoms world, Lu Bu.

In the end, he once again thought of the ultimate goal of this trip, to comprehend the spirit of battle.

Zhao Yun - Righteousness

Zhang Fei - fierce

Guan Yu - Loyalty

Xiahou Dun?

strong!

This is true whether it is romance or official history.

At the beginning, when Lu Li looked up the information, he felt that this person had an extremely strong personality.

In Romance, Xiahoudun led his army to fight Gaoshun. A general named Cao Xing secretly picked up his bow and set up an arrow, and took the opportunity to sneak attack. After the arrow hit his left eye, Xiahoudun's first reaction was to draw the arrow with his hand. As a result, his eyes followed Falling out together, he exclaimed:

"Father's sperm and mother's blood, don't give up!"

After saying that, he put the eyeballs in his mouth and ate them. Afterwards, he became more and more brave, raised his gun and rode his horse, changed his target, rushed into the enemy's base camp, and pierced Cao Xing's face with one blow.

In the official history, Xiahoudun was the same, extremely staunch to the extreme, when he was fourteen years old, someone insulted his teacher, he drew his sword and killed without saying a word.

From this, it follows that the spirit of battle is related to personal character.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind whistled in my ears.

The temperature plummeted.

Lu Li subconsciously lowered his body, holding the rein in one hand and the ring-sword in the other, but his heart was burning hot. He felt as if he had grasped something:

What kind of person am I?

Perhaps, figuring this out is the key to comprehending the spirit of battle.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The answer is still vague.

Saved the world many times, Jen?

Help friends often, righteousness?

Play the role of rationality, rationale?

In the end, Lu Li suffocated an unknown fire in his heart. The answer was close in front of his eyes, but he always felt that they were almost meaningless.

Looking at other people, Lu Li thinks that he has always been very accurate. For example, Pan Ming, in one word, absolutely!

Murder in the fog, forced to act as a criminal, endured the discomfort in his heart, and entered the elite class.

In the world of the blood race, all opportunities were missed, and in order to make up for the loss, the nuclear bomb was resolutely detonated.

But which one is the real me?

Lu Li fell into a daze!

And the black-maned horse with human nature in its crotch sensed the anxiety of its owner and kept howling.

The sound was weird, almost howling like a wolf, scaring away the birds.

Eventually, it stopped and stopped moving.

Noticing that the wind was fading away, Lu Li came back to his senses and looked around—.

Unknowingly, he came to the wide official road, with snow-covered wheat fields on both sides.

Ahead, a stone pavilion and several rows of houses came into view.

Even a few hundred steps away, you can see a pillar about ten meters high standing beside the pavilion, with two wooden boards crossing across it.

Huabiao?

It should be.

"Where did the guest come from?"

"Would you like to rest in the pavilion for the night?"

The voice came suddenly.

I saw a middle-aged man in his thirties coming out of the house and came up quickly, followed by two young men.

Look at the posture is quite friendly.

However, once they find out that Lu Li has no personal details to show his identity, they will definitely face each other with swords.

"Pingtao."

Lu Li looked at the shriveled belly of his mount, and raised his voice to ask, "Is there any fodder in the pavilion?"

"have."

Between a question and an answer, two groups of people approached.