C12 Milky-white Snow

It was early in the morning, and the air was warm.

Yang Liefeng woke up early to wash up. Not long after, a servant of the Yang family brought him a simple but nutritious breakfast.

After eating his breakfast slowly, Yang Liefeng left the Yang Mansion as usual.

However, the place he was going to today was completely different from before.

Because at this moment, he left the Yang Mansion and did not plan to go to Holy Wind Academy to study.

After approximately the time it took to make a cup of tea, Yang Liefeng arrived at the side of a street. At this moment, there were many carriages and drivers waiting at the side of the street.

Seeing Yang Liefeng coming over, after their gazes swept across the horse body, these coachmen immediately asked Yang Liefeng if he wanted to ride on the horse carriage.

Yang Liefeng nodded, without waiting for the coachmen to say anything, he walked over to the side of an extremely skinny white horse and said to the coachman: "Let's go to the arena."

"What?"

Seeing that Yang Liefeng had chosen a carriage pulled by a sickly looking horse, the coachmen were all confused. Even the coachman of the white horse carriage revealed a puzzled expression.

Moreover, with his honest nature, he even straightforwardly asked, "Young master, why didn't you choose the carriage that was pulled by so many strong horses? Why did you choose the carriage that was pulled by my thin horse?"

Yang Liefeng smiled faintly, and said: "I don't think that this is a bad horse."

With that, Yang Liefeng got on the horse carriage under the confused gaze of the honest coachman.

A voice came from the carriage, "There's no need to wait for anyone. Let's go, I'll be packing this carriage of yours."

The carriages here were normally able to seat four people, so unless the carriage was booked, the coachman would usually wait for four people before leaving.

Hearing this, the simple and honest coachman's face revealed a hint of joy, but he was honest, so he forced a smile and said, "About that, Young Master, you don't have to take care of the car. My car has never been full of people before, and to be honest, I haven't had any customers for three days."

Hearing that, Yang Liefeng's eyes moved, he then said: "Don't say anymore, I've already said that I will take care of the carriage, I do not lack money, can we go now?"

When the coachman heard this, his eyes shone with gratitude. He nodded and said, "Many thanks, Young Master."

"Right." Yang Liefeng responded faintly.

The simple and honest coachman sat on a board in front of the carriage. With the same horsewhip, the thin white man pulled the carriage as he slowly began to walk. His speed was likely not much faster than walking.

"Cough cough, young master, you've treated me so well, I don't want to screw you over. My skinny horse is truly powerless. How about you change to another carriage before we leave?" The simple and honest carriage driver said to Yang Liefeng who was in the carriage.

Yang Liefeng had a face of indifference, laughed lightly, and said: "Don't worry, just be in charge of driving the carriage."

"Ai, alright then." Seeing that Yang Liefeng insisted on taking his Turtle Car, the honest coachman sighed and did not say anymore.

"Haha, I'm dying from laughter. With this speed, if we go to the arena, I'm afraid the sky will be dark."

"That's right, that kid doesn't know which young master it is. He actually dares to be so foolish."

The other coachmen looked at the simple and honest carriage and sneered.

"I remember now, I saw that the young man looked familiar, that young man was the young master of the Yang Mansion, Yang Liefeng!"

Suddenly, one of the coachmen's eyes lit up as he spoke loudly.

When the other coachmen heard this, they were stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"So it's that infamous trash. I was wondering why someone was so stupid as to leave us in a carriage pulled by so many strong horses. Why would they even bother to ride in a carriage pulled by a thin horse?"

"Haha, if it's that fool, then it's normal."

Swish

Just when the few coachmen were laughing so hard that they were about to cry, they suddenly saw an unbelievable scene. They saw that the carriage, which was originally moving at a tortoise's speed, suddenly sped away as if it had been injected with chicken blood, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?"

"I … I'm not seeing things, right?"

Seeing this scene, the few coachmen felt as if their throats had been strangled by an invisible hand. Their eyes widened as they held their breaths. Only after a long while did someone ask with a face full of disbelief.

On the other hand, when Yang Liefeng rode on the white horse carriage, he had already drove through several streets.

The coachman's face was filled with shock. He then slowly calmed down and asked in surprise, "Young master, how did you manage that? How did you suddenly make a weak white horse like me so energetic and so fast?"

In the carriage, Yang Liefeng held three thin silver needles that were exuding a faint glow as he smiled and said: "I didn't do anything, I just wanted to open the veins of a good horse with its meridians sealed!"

"Hmm? A good foal whose meridians have been sealed? " The simple and honest carriage driver obviously didn't understand what Yang Liefeng was saying.

Yang Liefeng laughed faintly, but was not irritated: "Because of some reasons, this good mount's meridians are sealed, so it has all the strength in its body, and can't use it, which also affects its appetite, thus it is so skinny, and now, using the method of unlocking its meridians, I have unsealed all its meridians, it naturally recovered its divine power, and its appetite has also recovered, and after a short while, it will grow strong and sturdy."

"Moreover, honestly speaking, if you weren't such a good person, I would have spent more money to buy this good steed with you. However, if you don't cheat me, I won't cheat you. Your horse is at least worth five thousand spirit coins."

"What?" "Five thousand spirit coins!"

When the simple and honest coachman heard this, he was surprised. His thin horse that he had bought for only twenty-five spirit coins was actually worth five thousand spirit coins?

"That's right, the price is only a bit more than that. When one meets a bidder, it is even possible for the price to increase by several times. This sort of horse is called the Thousand Li Snow, and it travels a thousand miles in a day. Yang Liefeng said with a bland smile.

In his previous life, everyone treated Yang Feng as a bloody demon that killed gods without blinking. However, they didn't know that Yang Feng only killed the people he deserved to kill.

"Tsk tsk, I really didn't expect this horse to be so valuable. Young master, thank you so much." The simple and honest carriage driver exclaimed in shock, then turned and sincerely expressed his gratitude to Yang Liefeng.

Yang Liefeng smiled faintly and said: "It's nothing, I'm just helping myself. I hope that I can get to the arena as soon as possible, and that I won't waste any time on the road."

"If you scam me, you can buy this Thousand Li Snow from me for thirty spirit coins, but you didn't do so." The driver shook his head and said.

Yang Liefeng laughed, and did not say anymore words, but his heart was very warm.

As the saying goes, gifting a rose to another person would leave a lingering scent in one's hand.