Nanyan had ridden a horse before, but she was not a very good rider.

After all, a skilled rider needs a horse to practice and a wide field to speed on the horse's back, and she has almost no such thing.

So, when riding on the horse, she was very nervous. She held the reins tightly and clamped the horse's belly, not daring to move at all, which made the horse under her seat sniff anxiously.

Monk said patiently, "You don't have to be too nervous."

“…”

"When riding a horse, you must understand the rhythm of the horse."

"Horse has rhythm, too?"

"Of course," he said with a smile: "the horse's breathing, movement, and every run, is rhythmic."

“…”

“If you can find its rhythm, you can be a great rider.”

When Nan Yan heard him say this, he tried to relax and feel the horse under his seat. Indeed, he could feel its strong muscles undulate with his breath. When he touched his slender neck, he could feel the full vitality contained under his fur.

Monk said: "You try to let it go first, and after you get familiar with the rhythm, try to run a lap."

"good."

Nanyan nodded, then shook the reins in his hand, and the horse under him immediately raised his legs and walked forward.

Step by step, it is a constant speed and stable.

Soon, Nanyan found the rhythm that matched it.

Monk said: "Try running."

Nan Yan took a deep breath, then tightened the reins and shook again: "Have!"

The horse under the seat was originally a horse. When he heard the order, he immediately spread his four hooves and ran forward.

Nan Yan was caught off guard and leaned back for a while, but immediately stabilized his body, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, leaned forward, and mobilized his body with every run of the horse.

Soon, this rhythm was closed.

She and the horse were almost in line with each other, and soon ran a long distance around the horse farm.

The wind blew across the cheeks with the breath of grass, bringing a comfortable feeling.

Nan Yan couldn't help laughing.

Since she was robbed to the country, she has not smiled happily for a long time.

Monk was behind, and saw her appearance, and smiled and said, "Okay, you should come back."

Nanyan snorted: "Okay!"

However, when she wanted to tighten the reins and let the horse stop, she found that the horse shook its head uncontrollably. Not only did it stop, but it accelerated.

Nan Yan suddenly felt a little panicked.

As soon as the horse was fast, she felt a bumpy feeling when she sat on the horse's back.

She tried to tighten the reins even harder, but after a violent bump, her feet suddenly slid down from the stirrups.

"ah!"

She yelled in fear.

When riding a horse, if you can't step on the stirrups with both feet, the whole person will feel like he is hanging in the air, and it will be difficult to control balance on the horse's back.

She fell backwards all of a sudden.

The two hands held the reins tightly, but they did not fall down. However, this time, it seemed to anger the horse under its seat. It made a long and excited neigh, spread its hooves and ran.

"No!"

Nan Yan was panicked, his body shook back and forth on the horse's back, and even holding the reins tightly, he couldn't stabilize his body. She hugged the horse's neck in a hurry.

"Nanyan!"

At this time, Monk also saw that she was wrong.

As soon as he saw her hugging the horse's neck, Monk immediately turned over and rode his horse over.

The horse under Nanyan's seat was running faster and faster, and kept shaking her head. She almost threw her down several times. Nanyan was so scared that she closed her eyes as she heard the wind whizzing by her ears.

Just then, she heard a burst of rapid horse hooves coming from behind.

"Nanyan!"

Monk's voice came from the wind. Nan Yan turned around and saw that he was chasing him.

Nanyan was so scared that he shouted: "Monk, help me!"

"Don't panic!"

Monk said, waving the whip in his hand vigorously, and his horse ran very fast, and in an instant, it was already parallel to Nanyan's horse.

Monk held his reins in one hand, and tried to catch her with the other.

But it's not reachable at all.

In order not to let two horses collide, there was still a safe distance between them, with only one person's arm, and there was no way to reach over.

Nan Yan was so scared that his face turned pale.

At this time, Monk frowned and tried his best to ride a horse to parallel her, while saying, "Nanyan, give me your reins!"

"What?"

"Give me your reins! I'll help you control this horse!"

Nanyan suddenly panicked.

She now hugged the horse's neck tightly with both hands so that she could barely get thrown off the horse's back. If she handed him the reins with one hand, she might have been thrown down before he could take them over.

He was hesitating in his heart, and Monk said, "Hurry, otherwise it would be too late!"

Seeing him looking ahead, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes. Nan Yan looked up and realized that a ditch appeared in front of him.

Oh no!

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, wrapped one hand around the horse's neck, and groped the reins with the other hand, and handed them to Monk tentatively.

The first time, the hands of the two almost passed by.

Nanyan was almost shook down.

"ah!"

She screamed in shock.

Monk said: "Don't be anxious, take your time!"

Nan Yan gritted his teeth, turned to look at the hand that he reached out, and tried his best to lean over, and stuffed the reins into his hand.

Monk grabbed the reins and pulled them back with force

The horse under Nanyan's seat made a long neigh.

Almost people stood up.

Nan Yan felt that she had fallen over and almost fell down. She could only use all her strength to hug the horse's neck tightly.

The horse was angry and uncomfortable, struggling desperately with his head, while Munch grabbed the reins and refused to let go of it.

It became a stalemate of one man and one horse.

After a long time, the horse finally calmed down slowly.

Monk breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at Nanyan, who was holding the horse's neck tightly and closing his eyes: "You, are you okay."

Feeling safe, Nanyan finally opened her eyes.

"It's okay?"

In front of me was Monk's smiling face.

He nodded at her: "It's okay."

Nan Yan felt cold sweat. At this time, the wind blew over and it was so cold that it was completely cold.

As soon as she shivered, the guards behind her rushed over on horseback and hurriedly protected them twice.

Monk looked at Nan Yan, who was still scared, and said, "Are you okay?"

Nan Yan said: "I should ask you this."

Her eyes looked at Monk's hand, and the tiger's mouth was forced to break out and blood was flowing because of the reins.

Dye his sleeves red!

The guards around were also frightened: "Master!"

Monk smiled faintly: "Skin trauma, it's okay."
Chapter completed!