Super System in the Early Tang Dynasty

Looking at his uncle's red and swollen eyes, weathered face, and clothes soaked with dew that hadn't dried yet, Li Xingzhi felt deeply ashamed. He had only thought of his own pleasure, but had caused his family worry; it was truly wrong of him.

Looking at Li Xingzhi's slightly flushed and embarrassed expression, Li Shun's tense face, which had been tense with worry, anxiety, and a hint of reproach, suddenly relaxed. He smiled and said, "I didn't realize that someone as small as you could be such a skilled horseman. I worried about you all night for nothing. Are you hungry? We'll start cooking soon." He then looked at Zhou Rou'er standing not far away and added, "This young lady worried about you all night. Don't bully her in the future." After saying this, he told people to start a fire and cook.

Li Xingzhi glanced at Li Shun as he walked away, his lips moved but he didn't speak, a warm feeling welling up inside him. He walked to the side, looked at Zhou Rou'er's pale face, and a trace of apology flashed through his heart. "Go and rest well. You'll know your husband's abilities in the future. Don't mention a small horse, even a thousand troops might not be able to keep me here!" His hand stroked Zhou Rou'er's fair cheek, and a feeling of pity arose instantly. Her face, which had been somewhat cool, warmed when his hand touched it. When he looked again, he found that her fair face was covered with a blush.

Looking at Li Xingzhi's outstretched hand, Zhou Rou'er felt a mix of shyness and joy. Li Xingzhi had never been so intimate with her before! Seeing the burning gaze in his eyes, she quickly lowered her head.

"Hmph! You two, you've actually been secretly doing good deeds behind my back—" A voice, half joking and half jealous, suddenly rang out between the two.

"I...I—" Zhou Rou'er was at a loss for words. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl in red who had walked over at some unknown time. Her face flushed as if it had been soaked in red wine. Without looking back, she ran back to the tent. Back in the tent, she was still thinking about the scene from just now, her face burning with embarrassment and joy. She buried her head in the soft fur, and slowly, her breathing became steady. A slight smile appeared on her fair face, and she was probably having a sweet dream.

Outside the tent, Li Xingzhi was about to tell the girl beside him about what happened last night. In the distance, the neighing of horses and the sounds of discontent and provocation reached their ears.

The two turned their heads and saw a man and a horse facing each other. The horse was naturally the gray horse that Li Xingzhi had brought back; the man was the burly, dark-faced man who had led Li Xingzhi and the others to inspect the horse that day.

The burly, dark-faced man cursed in a slang and vulgar language that even Li Xingzhi couldn't understand, brandishing a wooden staff and about to strike the gray horse. Seeing that the man was behaving with restraint, Li Xingzhi ignored him. In his opinion, it was good for the man to vent his anger a little; after all, that mischievous horse had caused him so much trouble.

Li Xingzhi thought this to himself, but it was all wishful thinking. Although the gray horse, which had been dominating, was subdued by Li Xingzhi, it was arrogant and looked down on ordinary creatures. How could it allow the strong man to hit it? — With a turn of its body, its long, thick tail swept out and hit the strong man's face, stinging painfully! The gray horse probably knew that this man was with Li Xingzhi, so it didn't dare to go too far and didn't kick him.

Little did they know that at this time, people, especially those who make a living by risking their lives, often value their reputation most. How could they bear being slapped in the face by a beast?

Seeing the burly man lose face, the onlookers cheered even more, "Haha, Crazy Old Ma, how sweet is your flattery!" The burly man's surname was Feng. He liked horses, and sometimes he was too serious and calculating, just like when he was disciplining the horse that Li Xingzhi had brought back. He always did things that others thought were inappropriate, so everyone called him "Crazy Old Ma." Over time, they even forgot his real name.

Hearing the commotion from those around him, Mad Old Ma's face flushed red, and he began to curse loudly. He then raised his cane and began to strike—this time, he held back.

Li Xingzhi frowned. After all, he was the one who brought the horse back, and he considered it his property. Naturally, he was unhappy to see it being handled like this. However, he didn't go up to stop it—by this point, he understood that the gray horse didn't take the 'crazy old horse' seriously at all, and was just teasing him.

As the gray horse teased him, "Crazy Old Horse" was constantly brushed across the face by its tail. He was even tripped by the horse's outstretched leg when he wasn't looking, and chased after it, howling in anger. His face was flushed red, whether from rage or from being hit by the horse's tail, it was hard to tell. Amidst the jeers of the surrounding crowd, "Crazy Old Horse's" eyes blazed with fury, threatening to burn away his last vestiges of reason.

Just as Li Xingzhi, seeing that he had taught the lesson enough, was about to leave to clean up the mess, 'Crazy Old Horse' could no longer bear the crowd's anger. He grabbed the large knife hanging from his waist, which he had prepared for cutting things, and threw it directly at Gray Horse, yelling, "Die!!" His eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he had gone mad.

Those around him, seeing the two knives he threw, knew something was wrong—these were the treasures brought back by the leader's nephew. They fell silent, only anxiously shouting for the gray horse to get out of the way, while loudly cursing "Crazy Old Horse." A few quick-witted individuals, seeing the situation escalating, secretly slipped away, away from the bustling crowd.

At this moment, 'Crazy Old Horse' gradually calmed down as he listened to the anxious shouts and curses of the people around him. Looking at his hands, he never imagined that what he had only wanted to do was teach this ugly horse that had been showing off in front of him a lesson, which would cause such a big incident.

Grey Horse had been playfully fighting with 'Crazy Old Horse', but little did he know that the old man had such a deadly move. Caught off guard, he stood frozen in place, as if in a daze, and was about to die a miserable death under the blade.

However, Li Xingzhi's eyes clearly saw the horse's legs taut and a fleeting murderous intent in its eyes. Yes, murderous intent. This strange horse was no docile animal. On the road, he had personally witnessed the gray horse casually kick a hungry wolf to death, causing the small pack of wolves following behind to flee in fright.

Li Xingzhi didn't want this strange horse to go crazy and cause him any more trouble.

He had picked up the small pebble, which he had been holding in his hand, and with a sharp whistling sound, it shot out from his hand—

"Clang!" Two sharp metallic sounds rang out, and the two daggers flying in the air swung and fell to the ground.

The surrounding people were startled by the clanging of metal, and their eyes involuntarily turned to the two fallen knives, where they saw two obvious dents. A pinch of stone dust fell from the air, landing on everyone's faces and shoulders, staining them white.

'Crazy Old Ma's' hand trembled slightly as he reached for the two knives on the ground. The knives were made of cast iron, and as soon as he picked them up, they shattered into several pieces along the seams.

The people around looked around, but their eyes finally settled on a young man in a blue robe...

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That's all for today. Goodnight everyone!