In the first football match, Cheng Chumo was too excited and used all his internal energy. He kicked the ball in the air and almost caused Chu Yanfu to be seriously injured. At that time, Li Zexuan made a rule that in official football matches, all players were not allowed to use martial arts. Violators would be banned for life!
Although Cheng Chumo and the others felt that playing in this way was not satisfying, they also felt that Li Zexuan's concerns were reasonable. If the ball was infused with internal energy and hit an ordinary person, it was completely possible to kill them. Therefore, they had always followed the rule set by Li Zexuan. This rule was also widely spread among the students of Yanhuang College.
No one would have thought that after so many days, there would be another person who openly used martial arts on the field. Moreover, this person was the current emperor!
Everyone was dumbfounded!
Moreover, Li Er's ball was like a dragon coming out of the sea. It rushed towards the goal with an indomitable will. The strong wind around the ball swept the air and even made a "woo woo" sound. This power made the players in the path of the ball tremble in fear, afraid that they would not be able to avoid it!
Today, the goalkeeper on Li Chengqian's side was Zhangsun Chong. When this kid saw Li Er's body flying in the air, he already knew that something was wrong. At this time, he did not care about the stupid goal and directly rolled and crawled to the side of the goal.
"Peng!"
Seeing Zhangsun Chong run faster than a rabbit and out of the goal range, Li Ke, who originally wanted to use martial arts to dodge the ball, immediately put away this idea. Therefore, the ball rushed into the net without any suspense. However, its momentum did not decrease. The net was brought along by the ball and wanted to continue to rush backward. Helpless under the restraint of the goal, it struggled for a while before stopping.
Even so, the goal was still shaken a few times by the impact of the ball!
"Haha! Good ball! "
Li Er clapped his hands and stood on the spot, laughing.
That kick just now released a lot of his depression and fatigue from so many years. Football really reduced stress!
However, the expected cheers did not come. Instead, the previously noisy field suddenly fell into a mysterious silence. Li Er realized that something was wrong and could not help but feel puzzled.
Zhao Song's old face flushed red. He wanted to say something, but he was afraid.
In the end, it was Li Ke who ran over and whispered to Li Er, "Father, Yamachō said earlier that martial arts are not allowed on the football field to avoid hurting people. Those who violate this rule will be banned from football for life!"
It was only then that Li Er understood where the problem lay. No wonder he had been watching from the sidelines for so long, but he had not seen Cheng Chumo, Yuchi Baolin, Li Ke, or any of the other martial artists using their martial arts! Thinking of this, he could not help but glare at Zhao Song. If there was anyone to blame, it was Zhao Song's fault for not telling him clearly before coming!
Zhao Song, on the other hand, was full of grievances. When he came, he did not expect Li Er to suddenly become "Teenage Maniac" and play football himself!
"Cough, cough! This rule was unreasonable! If you have Kung Fu, why can't you use Kung Fu? Besides, this is just a game, not a competition. Why should there be so many rules ~? I still intend to introduce this football into the army to help the Tang soldiers hone their martial arts! If I can't use martial arts, how can I train? "
Li Er's face was slightly red, but he still forced himself to be calm and justified himself.
Li Tai immediately flattered, "Father's words make a lot of sense. This football is interesting and can train people. It's just right to introduce it into the army!"
"Yes, yes, yes. Father is indeed far-sighted and always worried about the country's affairs. I'm impressed ~!"
Li Ke came to his senses and hurriedly agreed.
The rest of the students also began to sing praises.
Only then did Li Er's expression look much better. He clasped his hands behind his back and slowly said, "But Li Zexuan's worries are reasonable. When people who know martial arts play football, they don't know how to control their strength. It's very easy to injure people. Therefore, I feel that martial arts cannot be used in official football matches in the future. When people who know martial arts play football in private, there's no harm in using internal energy ~!"
The Emperor's words were not to be taken lightly. Every word was an imperial edict. Li Er's words basically set the rules of Tang's "football world". In official competitions, they would follow the rules set by Li Zexuan. In private competitions, martial artists could use their Kung Fu. This meant that Tang's football would be divided into Kung Fu and civilian versions in the future!
"Your Majesty is wise ~!"
Zhao Song saw that Li Er had "walked out of the awkward situation" and couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. He came over and bowed.
"Father (Your Majesty) is wise ~!"
Li Chengqian, Li Tai, Li Ke and the surrounding students all agreed.
Li Er smiled faintly and waved his hand, saying, "There's no point in playing football like this. Zhao Song, go and find a few guards with good Kung Fu to play with me. Ke 'er, Chumo, Bao Lin, Iron Egg, the four of you stay back. The rest of the students who don't know Kung Fu can take a break ~!"
That mid-air shot just now made Li Er exclaim in his heart. For a moment, he also felt like having fun. How could he return to the palace at this time? Another round of unrestrained Kung Fu football was what he wanted in his heart.
"Uh, Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is not appropriate ~!"
Zhao Song stood beside Li Er and reminded him in a low voice.
He was worried that if the imperial censors in the imperial court knew that Li Er was actually playing football with people in the academy, they would most likely write a letter to remonstrate (impeach) him.
Li Er frowned and said unhappily, "What's wrong? As the ruler of a country, can't I play football ~? "
Zhao Song quickly said that he didn't dare. In order not to dampen Li Er's spirits, he could only find a few guards of the academy who were good at Kung Fu. Mo Zhong, Mo Yun and Pang Feiji were among them.
He wasn't worried that these guards would hurt Li Er when they played football. This was because, firstly, Li Er's Kung Fu was better than these guards. Secondly, as a Kung Fu master, he wasn't just there for show.
In the end, Li Zexuan and Li Er were in the same team. Mo Zhong, Mo Yun and the other followers of the School of Mo were in their team. Cheng Chumo, Yuchi Baolin and Iron Egg were in the same team as Pang Feiji. The remaining people in their team were mostly the personal guards of Li Zexuan.
"Go all out and play well for me. Don't hold back! If you can beat me, there will be rewards ~! "
In order to let Cheng Chumo's team play with all their might, Li Er gave an empty promise.
"Your Majesty, if our team wins, will there be rewards?"
Mo Zhong waited for a long time but didn't hear the second half of Li Er's sentence. He mustered up his courage and asked.
"No ~!"
Li Er replied impatiently. With a master like him in charge, how could they not win? Unless these followers of the School of Mo deliberately didn't put in effort. Hence, he added, "If my team loses, the few of you will be punished!"
"Ah ~?"
Mo Zhong and the others were instantly dumbfounded. Why was the treatment different?
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