1048: C1048 Northland Warhorses

C1048 Northland Warhorses

Ye Bufan named Dry Grass. The way he looked at the horse became much gentler. He walked over and patted Dry Grass's big head. "Dry Grass, eat more. Rest for another day. Let's continue our journey."

"Customer, please come in. The stables here are warm in winter and cool in summer to shelter us from the wind and rain. It will definitely protect your horse well. Feed? That is definitely the best dry grass. We have someone to replenish the grass for 24 hours..."

Ye Bufan heard the voice and turned his head to look. Two people walked in from the back door of the backyard. The staff of the inn walked in front and led the way. At the same time, he did not forget to praise the superior conditions of the inn's horse shed.

Following behind the staff was a young man dressed like a servant. He looked ordinary and dressed like a servant. However, when he walked, he puffed out his chest and put on a proud look.

He held a few horses in his hand. They were all majestic Northland warhorses. Just their appearance made them look like fine horses. In terms of appearance, they could not even be compared to dried grass.

The waiter and the coachman didn't expect to meet other people. They were slightly stunned when they saw Ye Bufan.

The waiter was the first to react. He hurriedly greeted Ye Bufan. "Ah, Sir, you are here too. You are here to see the horses, right? How do you think we are taking care of them? Are they worthy of your attention?"

The waiter was also shocked. He looked at Ye Bufan's calm expression and guessed that Ye Bufan did not dislike the horse shed and the inn taking care of the horse. That was why he dared to ask such a question.

If Ye Bufan gave him a positive answer, it would definitely make his boasting sound more convincing.

Those who could be the waiter of the inn were all smart and nimble people. They were steady and accurate in judging people. As long as they observed the customer's subtle expression, they could guess the guest's thoughts by eighty to ninety percent. He was not afraid that Ye Bufan would say the opposite, unless he deliberately wanted to make things difficult for him.

He had never offended Ye Bufan, so he did not think that Ye Bufan would deliberately make things difficult for him.

In fact, it was precisely because of this that Ye Bufan did not care much about raising horses. He felt that the arrangement of the inn was not bad, and he did not dislike the waiter. He casually nodded and said, "Not bad."

As for the matter of the waiter borrowing him to cross the bridge, he wouldn't put it in his eyes at all. If he had to make a fuss about everything, he was afraid that he would suffer some losses. Ye Bufan wouldn't be able to live until today.

Perhaps it was because of the influence of Ye Bufan's words, or perhaps it was because of some other reason. The waiter who was holding a few horses became a little more restrained. At least when he walked, he no longer had an arrogant look on his face.

Under the guidance of the attendant, the attendant led a few batches of Northland steeds into the stable and began to instruct the attendant on the matters that he needed to take note of.

"Listen carefully. These horses are the favorite mounts of our young lady. They are all Northland Horses, the first grade pure-blooded good seeds. As for us, you don't have to take care of us. Naturally, I will come and take care of them at regular intervals every day. You must not do anything unnecessary. That way, not only will you not receive any rewards, you will also not receive any rewards. It will be a light punishment to be beaten up by our Eldest Miss, understand?"

"I know, I know." The waiter nodded his head repeatedly, "Your horses are all personally taken care of by you. We will definitely not touch them, but this grass..."

"Just prepare the dry grass, I will prepare the other feed."

"Understood, understood."

After settling the horses in the shed, the young man who looked like a servant sent the waiter away. He stayed in the shed and began to brush the horses' backs.

The horses also needed a bath, especially the precious horses. They needed proper maintenance. Sweep the horses' backs was not only a way to keep the horses clean, but also to make the horses feel comfortable. It helped the horse to relieve its fatigue faster, just like a human massage.

Ye Bufan could clearly feel that the young man was dissatisfied with him. It seemed that he felt uncomfortable watching him from the side. He often looked at him out of the corner of his eye, and the expression on his face was like a bitter melon.

However, this young man could only do it to this extent. He probably wouldn't dare to take another step forward. Ever since Ye Bufan left Moon Lake City, he no longer disguised himself. He didn't conceal his identity as a cultivator at all. He was a young man who took care of other people's horses. No matter how powerful his master was, he still had a natural fear when facing cultivators. No matter how dissatisfied he was with Ye Bufan, he didn't dare to show it on his face.

The reason why Ye Bufan stayed here wasn't because he was interested in this young man. He just wanted to talk to Dry Grass, and just as he finished speaking, he wanted to leave. The young man wasn't in his current state when he first came in. At that time, he looked like an old man. Ye Bufan felt that it was interesting, so he continued to stay and watch. He only prepared to leave when he saw the young man starting to brush the back of the horse.

He patted Dry Grass's neck again, turned around and left, leaving the young man there to continue taking care of the horse.

While Faang Han was brushing the back of the horse, he used the corner of his eye to look at the cultivators beside him. His heart was burning, but he could only try his best to maintain a calm expression. The final result was that his face looked a little twisted. It was as if he was furious.

"When can I become a cultivator too?" Faang Han muttered in his heart. He was born in the Fang family, and was the son of the Fang family. He was taught from a young age that he had to do everything in his power to serve the Fang family, and then he would be appreciated by the Fang family. He would be rewarded handsomely. From a servant boy to a servant boy, he would be rewarded handsomely. He would become a steward who would obtain a portion of power and become the steward who controlled all the servants in the Fang family...

However, Faang Han did not like this path, even if he had been educated for twenty years. He still did not want to follow this seemingly straight path. He wanted to become a cultivator. He had great power and the ability to decide the life and death of others. Freedom!

Because of this thought, every time he sees a cultivator, it was difficult to conceal the excitement and envy in his heart, and he even hoped that it would attract the attention of some cultivator... To have him take him in as a disciple and take him away from the Fang Clan. From then on, he would break away from the life path he had planned for him.

However, after a long period of time, he finally realized that his thoughts were nothing more than fabrications. Cultivators are only experts, not kind people, no one would take a fancy to him and take him away as a disciple for no reason. If he wanted to become a cultivator, he would have to rely on himself to find an opportunity.

Faang Han shifted his gaze to the Fang Clan, which he had always neglected. The Fang Clan itself was a cultivator clan. Although it was nothing compared to those prestigious families and sects, it was still the same. Faang Han discovered a loophole, and discovered that as long as he could always follow the young lady, he would be able to obtain the opportunity to learn cultivation techniques.2

The young lady of the Fang family was a typical disciple of a cultivator family. She came from a noble family. She had been strictly educated since she was young, and when she was 13 or 14 years old, she would be sent to a cultivator sect to learn. When she was 18 years old, she would return home to participate in family affairs.

This young lady of the Fang family had a special personality. Simply put, she didn't care about trifles and was carefree. There were often cases of her being left out.

For example, when she went out hunting, she forgot to bring her bow and arrows, when she went out for a spring outing, she forgot the time, wanted to draw, and forgot to prepare paints and so on and so forth.

It was also because of her character that Faang Han saw hope. He felt that as long as he could get closer to Eldest Miss, it would be best if he could follow by her side. Then there would always be a chance to wait until she forgot to put away the cultivation method.

Once he got that opportunity, Faang Han believed that he would walk the path of becoming a cultivator from now on.

In order to achieve his goal, Faang Han took the initiative to step down from his seat of power. He requested to help the young lady take care of the horses. He wanted to see the young lady once or twice a month. Gradually, it became that Eldest Miss could meet him every time she went out, and then Eldest Miss would sometimes talk to him about the matter of the horse. Until a few days ago, when the young lady was going on a long journey, she actually brought him along. Although it was only to let him take care of the horses, he could be considered one of the five followers of the young lady.

In Faang Han's opinion, this was already a very obvious improvement. He only needed to push forward his plan step by step, and he would be able to get closer and closer to the young lady. From there, he would be able to peep at the cultivation technique of the cultivators, and even watch Eldest Miss cultivate on the spot!

As the plan proceeded smoothly, Faang Han naturally became more and more confident in his heart. In a place where no one else could see, in front of the inn staff, he was only slightly presumptuous. He felt that he was destined to become a cultivator, and every day, he would bow and greet the young miss in an attempt to please her. This was already enough to bear the humiliation. It was not right to be so cowardly in front of an inn's waiter. It was not to the extent of pretending to be a servant.

However, his appearance was coincidentally seen by others. This made Faang Han somewhat nervous. He was afraid that his appearance would be heard by the young lady. That would definitely not be a good thing for him.

However, when he found out that the person standing in the shed was a cultivator, he felt relieved.

In his point of view, cultivators were high and mighty figures. They were like young mistresses who had endless things to do all day long. Even if they weren't cultivating, they were also busy playing around. How could they have the time to care about a mere coachman, much less complain in front of the young lady? How could a cultivator be so gossipy?

But even with such speculation, Faang Han was still somewhat on tenterhooks. When he saw Ye Bufan leave, he finally let out a sigh of relief, and his mind became flexible again.

He looked at Dry Grass curiously. He wanted to see what was the difference between a cultivator's mount and a young lady's northern horses. He wanted to see what was the difference between this horse and a young lady's northern horses.

In order to get closer to the young miss, Faang Han had put quite a bit of effort into the horse. He believed himself to be the current Bo Le. All the horses in the world, regardless of whether they were pure-blooded or crossbreed. Even if it was a horse that possessed the bloodline of a mutant beast, as long as he passed by the horse, he would be able to defeat it. He could tell at a glance.

At first, he was only curious about Ye Bufan's horse. However, after he took a few glances at it, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. He was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

He was completely stunned. He stood in the shed and did not move. His two eyes stared at the hay, shining like a light bulb.

"Dragon Stallion! It's actually a Dragon Stallion!" Faang Han's voice was very low, almost completely hoarse. He reached out his hand to touch the hay, but when he was about a foot away... He quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been frightened.

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