A few days later, Chen hour.

Dongjiabao in northern Hebei welcomed three mysterious guests. The three of them stood in front of the door, and there were two squatting stone lions at the door, which were majestic and majestic.

Raise your eyes and look at it.

This is a hip-top building with square foundation, wide brackets, wide eaves, and a ridge at the intersection of front and back roofs. The roof is divided into two slopes, and the corners of the roof are raised and raised, giving people a solemn and grand feeling.

The three large official script characters "Dongjiabao" on the wide door are powerful and magnificent.

Two graceful women in blue shirts walked out of the door. The dark man among the three came forward and bowed to the two women in blue shirts and said:

"My two girls, is this the mansion of Mr. Dong Wanxiong, known as the 'heroic style of Hebei North'?"

The slightly fat woman in white-faced and blue-shirt was stunned and said, "That's right, but he is not in the mansion. Today is the day of the three major horse racing venues in Jibei. Don't you know? Come here to find her? Who are you?"

The dark man was Ouyang Fei. He was stunned when he heard this and said, "I am a distant relative of Mr. Dong. My name is Ouyang Fei. Where are they racing horses?"

The thin and black woman in blue shirt next to her responded sharply: "I'm still a relative, why haven't I seen you before? They raced horses at the 'Xiongfeng Horse Farm'."

Ouyang Fei didn't bother with the thin and black woman in blue. He smiled and said, "Thank you, two girls, where is the Xiongfeng Horse Farm?"

The thin and black woman in black shirt gave Ouyang Fei a white look. She was about to have an attack, but the slightly fat and white-faced woman was easy-going. She smiled and said, "This street goes west, and you will reach the end. You will be three miles north of the road. It is the Xiongfeng Horse Farm."

Ouyang Fei responded: "Okay! Thank you, beautiful woman." When the fat woman heard the word "beauty", she was immediately overjoyed and smiled with a sweet smile.

The thin black woman stuttered: "Okay, you disciple!" After that, the two of them moved away.

Ouyang quickly walked to a man and a woman next to him. The man was wearing a blue shirt and a jade tree was in the wind. The woman was smart and agile. She was dressed in military uniform and had a pair of eagle jade pendants hanging on her chest. The two were talking about the historical anecdotes of "The Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun", which was exactly Long Qingyun and Mo Zhixuan.

Long Qingyun said passionately:

"The vast China has a vast land and abundant resources. Since ancient times, the land of Yan and Zhao has been rich in grass and horses, and it produces a lot of war horses. In the Yan State more than a thousand years ago, the Zhao State had a proud cavalry unit, so it became the seven heroes of the Warring States Period that were competing for the world. King Wuling of Zhao has the eternal reputation of "Hu Clothing, Horse and Shooting".

Long Qingyun talked endlessly, and his weapon was majestic, and continued:

"According to historical records, there were 800 vassal states enfeoffed in the early Western Zhou Dynasty. Yan and Zhao rose to the land of Yan and Zhao became the seven heroes of the Warring States Period. Among them, the role of war horses was extremely important. The Yan State's destiny lasted for 822 years, which is an immortal legend."

Long Qingyun was so bold that he suddenly looked at Ouyang Fei and two women in blue shirts talking, frowned and sighed:

"It's a pity that when Da Yong was founding, the 'Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun' fell into the hands of the Khitan. Later, the Jurchens rose, and the Yanzhao land changed hands again. Da Yong lost the war horse base and also lost the courage to unify the world. What's even more unbearable is that the capital of Bianjing was captured by Donghan, so he had to retreat to the Qinling Mountains, Huaihe River, and south of Dasan Pass, and was located in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River. He established a country facing the sea, so that the Nanyong regime could survive. If he no longer wanted to make progress, work hard to govern and recover the Central Plains, he would be in danger of being destroyed by Donghan."

After saying that, Long Qingyun looked regretful.

Mo Zhixuan was born into a scholarly family. She was influenced by her father Mo Zhan'ao since she was a child. Of course, she knew a lot about the Xiongfeng of Yan and Zhao. She was depressed when seeing Long Qingyun, and her melancholy feeling about the broken mountains and rivers was beyond words, so she said loudly:

"There are many generous and tragic people in Yan and Zhao. There are the famous assassin Jing Ke, who is 'the wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold, and the heroes will never return once they leave'; there are the famous Handan wanderers who are 'thousands of Bo family are still rich and have never died in revenge'; there are the famous Three Kingdoms general Changshan Zhao Zilong who is like a million soldiers who are riding alone in Changbanpo to save the master. There are also the famous Shu general Zhang Fei who roared at the bridge head of Dangyang and drank the bridge backwards'."

Mo Zhixuan was pretty and agile, with her big eyes wide open, staring at Long Qingyun, and speaking a series of generous men of Yan and Zhao like firecrackers. Her voice was crisp and melodious, pleasant and pleasant, like a yellow oriole in the valley.

Long Qingyun saw Mo Zhixuan's lively eyes and beautiful face, which made him feel like he was fascinating. Suddenly, his chest was filled with emotion, and a free and easy smile appeared on his face, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, and a beautiful curve appeared.

Seeing Ouyang Fei's cute and smiling face, he got two maids from Dongjiabao in just a few seconds. After finding out the news, Long Qingyun was quite satisfied. Ouyang Fei was an open-minded young man. Although he was a few years older than Long Qingyun, he respected Long Qingyun quite much.

After a long journey for days, I finally arrived in Jibei, which is known as the Donghan War Horse Base. There are three famous horse farms in the world, "Lie Horse Hall", "Xiongfeng Hall" and "Jincaotang".

Dong Wanxiong, the "Jibei Xiongfeng" is the owner of the "Xiongfengtang" one of the three major horse farms. It happened that a distant relative of Ouyang Fei married the children of Xiongfengtang, so the three of them came to find Dongjiabao in Jibeibian Town.

Long Qingyun and the other two leaped on their horses and rode their horses towards Xiongfengtang.

At this time, the Xiongfeng Hall was crowded with people, cheers and thunder, and the scene was extremely spectacular. The annual horse racing competition was held here.

The rostrum is composed of four thick columns, with a square base, a wide shed and a deep eaves. Three large tiger-skin chairs on the platform are lined up in sequence, and a purple robe is clear and bright old man sits upright in the middle, with a strong figure and a strong mountain, with a strong and powerful spirit without anger.

This person is Dong Wanxiong, the head of the "Xiongfeng Hall".

On the left is a man with a tall figure and beard. He has just passed his forties, with a tall nose and wide face, a mighty appearance, and a full body full of awesomeness. This person is Dou Sihai, the head of the "Liema Hall".

On the right is a slightly fat middle-aged man, wearing a gray robe, with a date-colored face, and an extremely ordinary appearance, but his eyes are bright and energetic, and his whole body exudes a fierce aura. This man is Ma Buchan, the head of the "Jincaotang".

Looking at an empty grass below the seat, this is a natural martial arts field. At this time, two tough young men were competing on the lawn.

The young man in black held a knife, the man in white held a sword, and the two of them came and went, and the battle was fierce, and the crowd around them made loud shouts, one wave higher than the other.

The rostrum was located directly north of the martial arts field. Dong Wanxiong, Dou Sihai and Ma Buchan on the stage looked down at the front and were very concerned about the fights in the field. The battle situation in the martial arts field also touched the thoughts of the three.

The annual horse racing conference is held on the first day of May. Each family has three children and three good horses attend the competition.

There are three competitions for martial arts, archery and horse racing. The winner can recommend three family children to go to the Tianyong Sword Academy in Donghan Zhongdu to learn skills. The second place can recommend two, and the third place can only recommend one.

Tianyong Sword Academy is the first of the four major sword academies in Donghan. After completing his studies, he can enter the temple to be an official and join the army to follow the general. His future is limitless and is a guarantee of the glory of the family.

Therefore, the horse racing event on the first day of May every year is also a grand event for the three major horse farms of "Lie Horse Hall", "Xiongfeng Hall" and "Jincaotang".

The martial arts field surrounded the disciples of the three major horse farms in the east, west and south directions. The crowds were surging and the joy was thunderous.

On the east is the "Liema Hall", on the west is the "Xiongfeng Hall", on the south is the "Jincao Tang", and on the three sides are tall Longxiang Hui Banner standing in three directions.

Flirting in the wind.
Chapter completed!