The white-browed old man's surname is Le, and his family has been a good horse teller for generations. It is said that it has been passed down to the old man's generation for nine generations. Therefore, no one remembers his real name, and they all call him Le Jiu.

He and these disciples judge the quality of the horses of the people in the city. Although they do not interfere too much with the breeding of horses, they can also come up with many good suggestions for feeding and management. If the horses have an emergency and endanger their lives, then

They went to help. Most of the people in the city loved horses, so the prestige of these horsemen was not inferior to everyone else.

"Although the color of this horse's coat is messy, if you look closely at its body, you can see that it is a rare good horse. You are obviously much younger than me, but when it comes to being old and ignorant, how can you still go so far?

Did I go forward?" Le Jiu was obviously angry, with a gloomy old face as he looked around at several old disciples.

The white-haired disciples were all silent, and none of them dared to speak out in defense. They just pressed their heads again and again, wishing they could get under the desk.

Lejiu's disciples have very strict rules. According to his own words, there is no mistake in teaching horsemanship. The ancestors of the Lejia family once gave horses to the kings of ancient countries, and they had to choose the best among tens of thousands of galloping wild horses.

A good number of horses, and the reason for choosing this horse must be stated. If there is any ambiguity or you talk nonsense before driving, it will be a serious crime of beheading, and there is no room for sloppiness.

Therefore, the rules of the sect are extremely strict, almost to the point of being strict. You must think twice before doing anything, and you must not make rash judgments just at a glance. This is the foundation of establishing a sect.

After a while, Lejiu finally regained his breath and sighed, "It's not that I, Lejiu, can't make mistakes. The art of horse-reading is extremely difficult. But I sometimes make mistakes. Besides, if I don't get close enough to take a look,

How can you clearly see the shoulders, hoofs, and belly? The first ancestor of the Le family had the ability to see through the skin and bones, but it has been passed down for many generations. Such a miraculous ability has long since disappeared from the world."

"But even so, you have to think twice before you act, and you must not make any judgments easily. Whether it is a messy coat or missing teeth, you cannot say that this horse is a bad horse because of some flaws. Wouldn't it fall into the ears of others?

To smash the reputation of this school to pieces with your own hands?" Le Jiu lowered his eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel blocked for a moment, "At my age, let alone say that the end has come, even the coffins outside me are already pressed to the top of my head.

How many days do I have left to live? But even if I die in old age, I have to keep the Xiangma sect. But according to what you have done, what kind of moral character should my disciples have after they have completed their studies?"

"Master, we all know that we were wrong. We will not dare to talk nonsense in the future. I hope that Master will not get angry again and take care of your body. We are willing to be punished." An old man with yellow and white beard stood up, bowed and saluted, with an expression on his face.

Extremely guilty.

Lejiu closed his eyes and said, "That's all, you go back home first and copy the meaning of the Xianma Sutra ten times."

When everyone received the master's orders, they all bowed and left.

After everyone left, only Le Jiu stood up with great effort, took out a roll of brittle bamboo slips from his arms, rubbed it for a long time, and then slowly said to himself: "These old people, I don't know how much longer they can still work.

.Looking at it now, regardless of the inside or outside, it’s probably all right. The old almanac has to be turned over, but no one knows whether this almanac is useful or not, let alone no one cares.”

"Most of the younger generation went to the Ruan family library to read books. It was boring, so why don't we have a few drinks to relieve our worries." Before Le Jiu could recover, he raised the curtain of the tavern and left.

The old man with gray hair and childish face appears to be about the same age as the former one.

Lejiu snorted coldly, stuffed the bamboo slip back into his arms, and said sarcastically to the visitor: "Your Majesty, the Lord of the City is here, and I will pay you my respects." As he spoke, he was about to lean over his luggage, but was stopped by the old man.

He picked it up with quick eyes and hands, and said with a smile, "You, you are always so rude, I don't know your temper? Just sit down and rest for a while, don't show off your golden waist, and end up letting the doctor again."

worry."

Le Jiu and the city lord were sitting opposite each other, but their expressions were still very ugly.

"Even now, do you still want to hide it from me?"

The old city lord smiled slightly when he heard this, and asked the tavern owner to add two pots of gardenia wine and cut two plates of appetizers. Then he took over the topic and said: "Others can still hide it, but you, the old musician, even if I want to

If you know but don't retaliate, you will probably be able to see various clues."

Le Jiu was silent for a long time, then poured a glass of gardenia wine by himself and slowly poured it into his throat, with a sad look on his face, "Is it really unsustainable?"

The old city lord smiled and looked at the leader of the horse racing team in front of him, his eyes flickering, "I have been the lord of a city for many years. Although I have not made any great achievements, can I still see the end? In the past two days, the trace of a spring stretched across the sky.

, although it passed by in an instant, many people still saw it and thought it was just something strange in the sky."

"Others don't know it, how can you know it? What kind of natural phenomenon is there? Besides, at the end of August, far from the time when autumn is getting darker, why is it that the daylight suddenly dims when the library is opened today? There are various signs, you

I have already made up my mind, so why should I deceive myself?" The old man picked up a small vegetable with wooden chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and paired it with a cup of gardenia wine. He felt refreshed, and there was no hint of aggressiveness on the surface, but rather he was quite happy.

contented.

"You really don't know what urgency is. Given your calm temperament, I might have to die before you." Le Jiu smiled rarely, but his expression also softened and was no longer the same as before.

"Take one?"

"Walk."

There are many families in the city who like to grow flowers and plants, so gardenias are naturally the best choice. They look like snow and smell for hundreds of miles. The fragrance is especially fragrant during the flower blooming season, and even the entire desert city is filled with the fragrance of gardenias.

Very elegant.

When the gardenia flowers fade, many people put the flowers and leaves on the eaves to dry in the sun, and put them in boiling water to clear away heat and relieve troubles, cool blood and stop fire, which is very effective. There are also many people who like the things in the cup.

, adding gardenia together with flowers and leaves into wine can also slightly relieve the inner fire.

The two drank a pot of gardenia wine, then ate a plate of side dishes and rested for a while. Fortunately, although Le Jiu was too old, his body was still strong. Years of training and training horses made his body still strong.

It won't make you drunk.

"But having said that, if it is true, there is no way at all. If it comes to that, you have to help me take this scroll of horses out. There is only such a lonely scroll in the world. If it is lost, it will be a big sin.

"Le Jiu was a little drunk, so he took out the bamboo slip from his arms and handed it directly to the old man sitting opposite him, very simply.

"Wouldn't it be better to take it out by yourself?" the old man wondered.

Lejiu laughed loudly when he heard this, "It doesn't matter which dynasty or generation, when a person is about to die, he must return the fallen leaves to their roots and bury them. Even if you are old, what can you do even if you come out of here?"
Chapter completed!