Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

According to common sense, cats are very easily frightened animals. Although these black cats are different and grow fast to the size of smaller leopards, they were also frightened by his actions.

The ones that were far away arched their backs, their black hair exploded, and they bounced backwards. Those that were scattered in the distance stared at Cui Bianxu vigilantly with their dark green right eyes. The ones that were close subconsciously raised their cat claws to scratch, but after seeing that it was their owner, they forcibly retracted their claws and dodged lightly.

The two black cats under him opened their mouths wide and made shrill cries, struggling desperately to get up, but he didn't move. The fat faces of the two black cats were twisted, and dark blood oozed from the corners of their mouths. The weight of an adult pressed on the cats, and the pain they were in could be imagined, but they still didn't move their claws towards their owner.

Cui Bianxu was extremely surprised. His cat slave always ignored him and would jump up and hit him if he accidentally stepped on the cat's tail.

How does this stall owner manage to tame these black cats? Aren't cats that have eaten solid meat more likely to be wild and untamable?

All this happened extremely quickly, almost in the blink of an eye. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. Although the stall owner was in pain, he was also aroused to be ruthless. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to blow the whistle again, while he himself endured the pain and went towards the cave entrance.

His whistle sounded different from the usual ones. The black cats seemed to have taken some kind of magic medicine when they heard it. Their pupils narrowed instantly, their whiskers rose, their ears pressed down, their backs arched, their claws stretched out, their mouths opened wide to reveal their sharp teeth, and they made a "sha" sound.

More than a dozen cats that have been dealing with and eating corpses for years opened their mouths at the same time in this warm space. The stench made Cui Bianxu almost vomit. He suppressed the urge to vomit and opened his eyes wide. As a man with several months of experience in raising cats, he knew that this was a sign of an angry cat.

At this time, the best way is to stay away from these beasts, but he absolutely cannot let the stall owner run away!

In just two short breaths, he made his choice. He pushed off the stone wall with his hind legs, flipped ten meters in the air, and landed at the entrance of the cave. At the same time, as he moved, the black cats also moved, and for a moment, the sound of "meow" was heard from all directions.

A gust of wind blew behind him, but Cui Bianxu had no time to pay attention. How could anyone who had spent years in the underworld be a good person? He didn't know what tricks the stall owner had used. He was sure that if he had kicked someone else, while not breaking their back, they would definitely be unable to walk for a short time. Yet, this stall owner was actually jogging in such a short time.

He didn't run fast, but the hole outside the gourd cave was getting narrower and narrower. Cui Bianxu was also restricted and could only run in the dark. The black cats behind him followed closely and were about to catch up with the stall owner. A gust of wind with a fishy smell came from behind. Cui Bianxu had to stop temporarily. He slashed the long knife at the black shadow, and a sticky and smelly liquid splashed on his face, followed by the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The ones behind also took advantage of this split second to catch up. The darkness was an obstacle for him, but not for these cats. They were very agile and surrounded Cui Bianxu in an instant.

The only way to continue chasing the people was to quickly get rid of these black cats. Cui Bianxu no longer hesitated, closed his eyes and pricked up his ears, increasing his perception of sound to the maximum...

At the same time, in the ghost market of Chang'an, Wang Mingqian easily caught Qingxuan who was trying to take the opportunity to slip away. Thinking that Cui Bianxu had taken the risk alone, he was furious.

Wang Mingqian is different from Cui Bianxu. Cui Bianxu likes martial arts, while he is better at literature. From the fact that he can tolerate Cui Bianxu's infuriating mouth until today, it can be seen that he has a good temper.

But no matter how good-tempered a person is, he will get angry sometimes. What's more, Wang Mingqian also came from a noble family. His good temper was a limited edition and a disguise for his official career. At this moment, he was worried about Cui Bianxu's safety, so how could he have the time to give alms to Qingxuan, the person who ruined their plan?

They pinned Qingxuan down and beat him up, making him scream like a pig being slaughtered. When the Jinwu Guards came over following Qingxuan's screams, Qingxuan was breathing more out than in.

It was the first time for the Jinwu Guards and others to see their general get so angry. No one dared to say anything. They carried Qingxuan and went straight to the Dali Temple to find Ning Yuye first to see if he could be saved. If not, they would have to hand him over directly to Ding Yuan.

"General of the Central Army! General of the Central Army!"

Wang Leisheng rushed over, barely catching his breath, his face red and white: "Oh no, my Shaoqing is missing!"

"Nonsense!" Wang Mingqian shouted, his usually gentle eyes now filled with coldness. "Which direction did he go?"

Even a good-tempered person's occasional outburst of anger can be quite frightening. Wang Leisheng was so frightened that the fat on his belly trembled three times. He immediately turned around, mounted his horse, and ran away, shouting, "General Zhonglang, please follow me!"

No matter how stupid he usually was, he knew that Cui Bianxu must not get into trouble here. This time he really did not let him down. When Cui Bianxu chased the stall owner out, the people from the Dali Temple who were ambushing outside saw him and immediately chased after him.

The Jinwu Guards with horses were waiting on the other side. They had only a few horses on their side, and they were all scattered. When the two yamen runners saw Cui Bianxu's figure, one hurried to call for help, and the other ran to catch up.

But how could Cui Bianxu's skills be compared to those of ordinary yamen runners? He hadn't even gotten very far before he lost the man. When Wang Leisheng and his men arrived on horseback, the yamen runner was running around in panic.

Wang Leisheng knew his own business and was afraid that he would delay his work, so he sent all the horse-riding yamen runners out and turned to the Jinwu Guards for help. In terms of fighting power, the Jinwu Guards were naturally superior!

He led his men to the place where they had lost Cui Bianxu and was about to continue running forward, but he saw Wang Mingqian suddenly stop and dismount beside a slightly larger rock. The Jinwu Guards who followed him immediately dismounted, took out a tinderbox and shone it upwards.

"Go on." Wang Mingqian felt relieved when he saw the mark left by Cui Bianxu on it. The fact that this guy had time to make a mark meant that his lightness skills were not as good as his. He thought that he wanted to find the old nest and wipe it out.

Wang Leisheng only then saw the mark and couldn't help but ask, "General, how did you know it was left by the Shaoqing with just two random scratches?"

He was not curious, but the mark was too sloppy. If Wang Mingqian had not pointed it out, he would have thought it was just a random drawing by some idle kid.

If he made a mistake and chased in the wrong direction, what would happen to Cui Shaoqing? If something happened, wouldn't he have to die to atone for his sin?