Long Qingyun said loudly:

"It is rare for you to maintain your strong integrity for many years. I want to ask if there is a lake in Zhuxian Town?"

Ouyang Fei was deeply impressed by Long Qingyun's superb swordsmanship. How capable is it to defeat Ling Aofeng?

It should be noted that Ling Aofeng is one of the five elders of Xuantian Sect and is well-known in the world. If it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes today, others would probably not believe that this is true.

At this time, when Long Qingyun praised him, he quickly responded: "As Han people, we have not forgotten our identity. General Yuan's troops had already reached Zhuxian Town. Our Ouyang family looked forward to it, but unfortunately General Yuan died unjustly."

Speaking of this, Ouyang Fei's face was full of grief and anger. Then he pointed his hand out of the window and said:

"At the end of East Street is Qingshui River. Cross the Qingshui River and go east. It takes three miles to reach Woniu Mountain. There is a lake called Mansha Lake behind Woniu Mountain. I heard that General Yuan had stationed troops here. If Young Master Long wants to go, I can serve as a guide for you."

Long Qingyun was overjoyed when he heard this, saying, "It's so good!" After saying that, he made an action to ask Mo Zhixuan for advice.

Mo Zhixuan said with a strong sense of majesty: "How can Dragon Guard make decisions without authorization?" Then she smiled and continued:

"Okay, it depends on your sincere attitude, so I will follow you." After Mo Zhixuan said that, her eyes widened and she stared at Long Qingyun.

This is not like a conversation between a young lady and a guard. It is clearly a couple flirting.

Ouyang Fei, Ouyang Qi and Ouyang Ming looked at each other. Everyone thought that Long Qingyun and Mo Zhixuan had an ambiguous relationship, special, and did not look like a master-servant relationship.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, their hearts as if they were clearly mirrored, but they did not say it out loud, and followed Long Qingyun.

After several people came downstairs, Long Qingyun whispered: "Waiter, did the group of people pay the loss of tables, chairs, benches just now?"

The thin waiter quickly came forward and said respectfully:

"Report to the client that the payment has been made, and there are two rooms with three days of accommodation and three days of meals have been paid in advance."

Long Qingyun couldn't help but be stunned, nodded slightly and said, "Good you Ling Aofeng, you are pretty sensible."

Ouyang Fei responded: "This should be paid by Dongfang Jie. Young Master Long should be careful of Ling Aofeng. This man usually bullies men and women and is cruel and ruthless. This time he is so sensible, there must be an ulterior motive."

Long Qingyun nodded slightly, thinking that Ouyang Fei's analysis was good.

The five people stepped out of Juxian Restaurant. At Ouyang Fei's instructions, the fat white waiter took out five horses, two of which were thinner. They were the red-maned horses that accompanied Long Qingyun and Mo Zhixuan to Zhuxian Town from Jiankang City.

Long Qingyun looked at the other three tall and mighty red-maned horses and said to the fat white little brother: "Brother, why are your three red-maned horses more powerful than me?"

The fat white waiter smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you don't know that I have seen more horses from the south. Horses from the south should be thinner, and horses in the north will naturally be taller and more powerful."

Several people turned over and headed eastward.

Ouyang Fei smiled slightly and joked: "Listen to the accent of Young Master Long and his pure Southern dialect, from the horses he rides, he also comes from the south."

Ouyang Fei and others had already seen that Long Qingyun and Mo Zhixuan came from the south. Everyone looked at each other and did not say it out loud.

Long Qingyun couldn't help but sigh and said, "Since ancient times, the Hetao area was a place for horse production. Now the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun are occupied by Donghan, and the Hetao area in Ganliang is under the jurisdiction of the Western Qiang. We come from the Yangtze River, and the horses in the south are naturally thin and small."

Ouyang Fei heard from his elders that Kaifeng City was originally the Kyoto of Beiyong, and it was called Bianjing at that time. It was an international metropolis. There were blue-eyed Persians and Arabs on the streets. They were prosperous and prosperous for a while. Unfortunately, after being destroyed by Donghan, their beauty was much worse than before.

Ouyang Fei had a hope in his heart, hoping that one day Nanyong's troops could recover the Central Plains and recreate the glory of the Han culture back then. After hearing what Long Qingyun said, he tentatively said:

"The southern regime did not think about restoring the Central Plains? If we wanted to recover our hometown, how easy would it be without a powerful cavalry unit? After all, the horses in the south were too thin and produced less."

Long Qingyun and Mo Zhixuan rode side by side in front, Ouyang Fei and the other three surrounded him, and five people slowly headed eastward.

Long Qingyun has been determined to "look north at China and restore the Central Plains" since he was a child. When he was studying at Liuyizhai, Sword House in Songyang, he was guided and inspired by Qin Kuobai and Cen Ruohan, and realized that Nanyong wanted to expand the Central Plains north, he had to establish a powerful cavalry unit.

Building a powerful iron cavalry, excellent war horses, outstanding talents and sufficient weapons is indispensable. In addition to finding the Zhanlu sword during Long Qingyun's trip to Donghan, searching for war horses is also one of the purposes of this trip.

After hearing Ouyang Fei say this, Long Qingyun immediately became interested and said happily: "You can see that Brother Ouyang is also a person who understands horses. In this Donghan realm, where is the most famous war horse? Do you have a familiar war horse base."

Ouyang Fei was surprised and happy when he heard this, thinking to himself: "It seems that his temptation is correct. This young man is indeed a person with open knowledge from the south." So he said aloud:

"The war horses on the northern Hebei grassland are the most famous. There are high sky and broad grass, and the galloping wild horses are stocked on the endless grassland. This kind of wild horse that is used to galloping across the country is particularly powerful once it goes to the battlefield. I have a friend in northern Hebei. If you need it, you will give me the instructions."

Long Qingyun was quite happy, hugged his fists and said sadly: "Then it will be a blessing for Brother Ouyang."

While a few people were chatting and laughing, they came to the Qingshui River.

The river is not big, and the trickle is clear.

In front is a mountain range in the shape of a Woniu, which is Woniu Mountain. The mountain is not high, and from a distance, the highest point is only fifteen or sixteen feet. It is said to be Woniu Mountain, but it is actually a hill.

Five people rode their horses, and there were few pedestrians on the road.

After a while.

I came to the peak of Woniu Mountain. It was called a peak, but it was actually a flat and long piece of land. This was the back of Woniu. The back of the spine was winding and twisting, and it was one or two miles long.

The rising sun hangs in the sky, and the blue sky is as clear as the sky.

The trees on both sides of the Woniu Ridge are not tall, they are all low shrubs, with green grass, and beautiful scenery.

Long Qingyun and Mo Zhixuan rode together, sat on the horse, looking around, with a very broad vision.

He left with his eyes.

Ouyang Fei, who was surrounded by a group of people, pointed his hand in front of him. There was a lake on the abdomen of Woniu Mountain, which was oval. From a distance, it looked like a calf hanging on the stomach of Woniu.

This is Mansha Lake, and everyone was amazed at the ingenious work of nature.

In a moment.

Five people rode their horses to the Mansha Lake.

A breeze blows by.

Looking at the shimmering lake surface, the water is shimmering, the bamboos on the lake are lush and the grass is green.

A tall locust tree stands up by the lake, with dozens of bluestone slabs supporting the lake surface next to it, and railings are surrounded by water.

Such a scenario.
Chapter completed!