books44 Chapter 234: The Fall of the Godly Horse
Chapter 234: The Fall of the Godly Horse
The chestnut-headed horse walked deeper into the canyon, looking back at Chu Xiaomu from time to time, as if afraid that he would not catch up.
Chu Xiaomu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm following you. I won't run away secretly." He felt more and more puzzled as to the purpose of the horse taking him into the valley.
The chestnut-headed horse neighed in response.
Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the herd, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. If he encountered a vicious beast spirit like a tiger again, without the help of the magic horse, he would probably become their food. However, the horse leading the way in front of him showed no intention of stopping, so Chu Xiaomu had no choice but to follow.
The horse and the man walked deeper and deeper into the forest. The gloomy trees around them gradually turned into towering trees. The weather was still extremely cold, but the breeze was refreshing, as if it was on a big river. The bright white snow was mixed with a hint of golden light, which made the rocks and trees look faintly yellow.
After walking for a while, a golden cliff appeared in front of us, and the golden light was brought out by this cliff.
There was a big spring on the cliff, gurgling out spring water, gathering into a deep pool of emerald green water below. Although the pool was covered with snow, the water was not frozen. The surface of the water was calm, with white steam floating on it, as if it were a spiritual world.
The leader of the horses led Chu Xiaomu into the mist and stopped at the edge of the pool.
Chu Xiaomu was just puzzled when he saw the chestnut-headed horse suddenly kneel down on its front knees. Looking in the direction where it was kneeling, he saw a horse lying on a mossy stone beside the pond. The horse's body was large, its four legs were extremely long, and its hair was pale. It was obvious that it was the magical horse that led the herd of wild horses to save Chu Xiaomu and his men and the army's horses. However, it was motionless and its body was as emaciated as a stick, and it was obviously dead.
Chu Xiaomu was stunned when he saw this. He felt his heart stop beating, his internal organs were hollowed out, and his whole body became a body without a soul. He couldn't understand why the Shenma, who was so majestic a few days ago, suddenly died? Was it killed by other evil beast spirits in the Beast Mountain?
Chu Xiaomu's mind went blank, and he followed the red-headed horse to kneel on the ground and bowed to the divine horse. Suddenly, he heard a few subtle "whirring" sounds not far away, as if there was some living creature. He staggered to the body of the divine horse and looked around, but found nothing.
Just as he was wondering, the subtle sound of "whinnying" came back, which sounded very much like the cry of a newborn pony. Chu Xiaomu followed the sound to the bottom of the cliff and found some small movements in a bush at the bottom of the cliff. He bent down and pushed the bush aside. Sure enough, he saw a black pony curled up inside. At this time, it was staring at Chu Xiaomu with two helpless big eyes, pitifully. The "whinnying" sound was made by it.
Chu Xiaomu thought to himself, "Could it be the foal of Shenma?" Then he cursed himself for being stupid - Shenma was a male horse and would definitely not give birth. But where did this little black foal come from, and why did it hide in the grass near Shenma's body? It was really hard to understand.
The little black colt whined and looked at Chu Xiaomu with its two black eyes, looking pitiful. Chu Xiaomu quickly pressed down the grass and carefully carried the black colt out. The weather was cold and the black colt couldn't stand it. It was shivering all over. Chu Xiaomu took off his military robe and wrapped it carefully and held it in his arms. He forgot that he only had two or three thin clothes on him and might not be able to survive this cold winter.
The little black colt seemed to know that the man in front of him was helping him, so he didn't struggle at all and was very docile and obedient. Perhaps because he was too weak, he didn't have the strength to struggle at all.
Chu Xiaomu held the little black colt in his arms and walked back to the dead horse's body to examine it carefully. He found that it was dry and withered, but there were no scars or blood on its body. It was obviously not killed by a beast. He thought that it might have contracted some disease and died suddenly. He found that it had left the herd a month ago. He guessed that it knew that its end was coming, so it found this place to die alone.
When I first met Shenma, I saw that besides its valiant and strong character that was far different from other horses, it also had a faint sense of desolation. Although it led nearly 2,000 wild horses to gallop across the grassland, other horses never dared to get too close to it, and it did not play with other horses. It seemed extremely lonely, like an extremely arrogant king.
From what Sihu said on the day he stole the wood spirit fruit, it seemed that the original owner of Shenma had died a long time ago, leaving Shenma alone in the world. Shenma is kind and friendly, and the loneliness and loneliness on Shenma probably come from this. Who was Shenma's original owner?
Chu Xiaomu was thinking about this in a daze, and suddenly he felt the same way. He stood there for a while, not moving, until the red-headed horse made a snorting sound, and then he came back to his senses. His eyes were already filled with tears.
Chu Xiaomu looked at the small black colt in his arms and said, "Little guy, it's gone. Are you...are you here to see it off?"
The little black colt naturally didn't understand what he was saying and only whinnied twice.
Chu Xiaomu nodded and said, "Well, let's see it off... send it on its last journey..." He gently placed the little black colt on the ground and prepared to find some dry firewood in the forest to burn the magical horse.
Just after picking up a small bundle of dead firewood, he saw the dead body of the horse slowly sliding into the deep pool, and soon fell into the water. Under the refraction of the water light, it looked like a long dragon-shaped shadow. The horse sank into the dark deep pool little by little, and gradually disappeared from Chu Xiaomu's eyes... The deep pool was blue, and the mountain wind was sobbing.
Chu Xiaomu thought that this was a good thing. The divine horse was transformed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and finally returned to the deep cave. It was a good death. Finally, he bowed to the bottomless pool several times, then picked up the little black colt and left the valley in tears.
Back on the south slope where everyone was, the wildfire was still burning slowly. Yingdan, Lingweidou and others kept looking in the direction they were going.
Everyone was relieved to see Chu Xiaomu return safely. Seeing him holding a small black pony in his arms, they were very curious and asked him where he got it from. It was the first time they had seen such a black pony. It turned out that no matter whether it was a military horse or a wild horse in the herd, there was no horse with pure black fur. No one knew which horse gave birth to this little black pony.
Chu Xiaomu told everyone how he found the little black colt and how the horse was dead. Everyone sighed. Yingdan and Lingweidou couldn't help crying.