Seeing the nervousness on her face, Feng Yiying sat firmly on the horse, holding the horse's mane tightly with her little hands. She couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "Girl, you are not riding a horse, you are clearly sitting on a horse. Look,
You're almost tearing this horse's mane off!" Yi Qingchen said angrily: "Then what do you think of riding?" Feng Yiying sighed and said: "Don't sit on the horse.
, legs straight, clamping the horse's belly with both feet..." He explained the key points of riding a horse. Yi Qingchen was feeling very sad from being jolted, so she tried following the instructions he said, and sure enough, the horse was no longer so jolted.
As she ran, the cool breeze blew against her face and blew her long hair. She felt her heart was at ease. Her worries and confusion about the future when she first came to this world were all blown to the back of her head like this hair.
, my heart and mind were clear, and it seemed that I no longer thought about anything. I just wanted to ride happily like this. It felt so good! I couldn't help it, so I started singing: The white dragon's horse hoofs are carrying Tang Sanzang to the west to follow the three disciples to learn scriptures.
It's tens of thousands of miles away on the main road, no monsters, no monsters, no beautiful women, no mountains of swords, no seas of fire, no traps and tricks, can stop him with his sharp eyes and golden eyes. The Ruyi stick escorts the master and apprentice to the west. Yi Qingchen just watched the animated version of Journey to the West a while ago, and is very interested in the content in it.
The theme song was so familiar. When I was riding on the horse, I couldn't help but sing it when I was happy. One song was full of passion, and the other was high-spirited. But Feng Yiying heard a black line. What's weird about this
Song? What and what! Why can't he understand it? He couldn't help but ask: "What tune are you humming? Who is Tang Sanzang? He has three disciples?" Yi Qingchen made a face and laughed.
"You are like Tang Sanzang, and I am Sun Wukong. No matter what monsters, monsters, beauties, or mountains of swords or seas of fire, or traps and tricks, they can't stop my sharp eyes. I will escort you home with a talisman..." Suddenly I remembered the star.
I couldn't help but giggle at the big talk about Journey to the West played by me: "But you are much better than that verbose Tang Monk."