The next morning, in the backyard of the White Horse Temple.
"Seventeen, what do you think? Do you think we'll be able to get first place in last Yuan's tournament? "
Xue Huaiyi was wearing a shirt with a red headband on his head. He was panting heavily as he asked Yang Fan with a face full of hope.
Xue Huaiyi used to play with spears and rods, selling medicine on the streets. His body was very strong and healthy. Although he had been living like a prince in recent years, he had to serve Empress Wu, so he paid great attention to his physical training and did not neglect his martial arts. Although his fancy martial arts were only average when used to fight and kill, they were good for physical training. Therefore, his body was still very strong.
Even so, after running for such a long time, he was sweating and panting, not to mention his so-called disciples. These people ate, drank, and gambled; there was nothing they wouldn't do. When it came to fighting, they were indeed a group of experts, but that was mainly because they were cruel and merciless. Now that they were relying on Xue Huaiyi's power, no one dared to resist.
Their physiques were not strong, and the better ones only had the explosive power to punch people, but they didn't have any lasting strength. At this moment, all of them were lying on the ground, pretending to be dead dogs, unable to move.
Yang Fan listened to Xue Huaiyi and gently shook his head.
Xue Huaiyi said, "Of course I'm not talking about now. I'm talking about after you train them, will there be a chance?"
Yang Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Abbot, there are only three or four months left until the Lantern Festival. It's too difficult to train them in such a short time."
Xue Huaiyi turned his head and looked at the useless people lying on the ground like dead dogs, their tongues hanging out. He also felt that it would be difficult to win the championship. For Yang Fan's sake, he lowered his requirements and asked, "Then … after this period of training, can we win the top three in the last tournament? Hmm … even if it's the last place, it's fine. "
Yang Fan took a deep breath and said, "It's difficult! Senior and Junior Brothers, your kicking skills are just some fancy skills. It's fine if you stand on the spot and do some fancy kicks, but if it's a kicking competition … it's difficult! "
Yang Fan could understand the rules of the game as soon as he heard it. Once he knew the specific rules and requirements of the game and saw the level of the monks' skills, he could roughly estimate the odds of winning.
Although he had yet to see what a real master of Cuju was like, and how good the other teams were, he had seen Chu Kuangge and the others playing football in the alley when he was pretending to be someone from the Western Regions. Compared to the group of monks in front of him, Chu Kuangge and the others were much better than them. From this point of view, Yang Fan's guess was not too far-fetched.
Xue Huaiyi's eyes widened. "No way! Although their skills aren't that great, when I played against those teams from the aristocratic families, they won more than they lost! "
Yang Fan laughed dryly and said, "Abbot, I usually listen to the chatter of my Senior Brothers, so I know more or less. They tied iron braces on their legs and hid lime in their sleeves. That's not all. They kicked their groin, tripped them, and did everything they could to win. How can they use these methods in front of the Empress Dowager?"
If these words were said to Xue Huaiyi by others, Old Xue would immediately stare and wave his fists to argue. However, it was said in his own home, and it was the Chief Monk of the White Horse Temple, whom he highly valued and admired. Old Xue did not feel disgusted. His old face turned red, and he patted his head in annoyance. "Damn, if that's the case, I still can't show my face in the palace this year."
Yang Fan thought, "If you don't go to the palace, how can I go to the palace? I still have to find Wan'er from the Shangguan Wan'er to ask about the whereabouts of Shenke Miao. Maybe I will let Qiu Shenji get close to me unsuspectingly. If I can't compete in this game, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to go with you. After all, you usually go to the palace to serve that woman. How can you take me with you? "
Thinking about it this way, Yang Fan had no choice but to pay attention to his matter. He knitted his brows and pondered for a long time before saying, "Abbot, during the Lantern Festival, what kinds of competitions will be held in the palace? Who are the best?"
Xue Huaiyi liked Kuju. Although he himself was bad at it, as a real football fan, he knew this information very well. He introduced to Yang Fan as if he was familiar with his own family's treasures, "There have been only a few teams that can participate in the Imperial Competition in recent years. One of them is the Turks, and the other is the Turks. They usually only participate in Kuju and Sumo.
The Turks have always been inferior to our Tang dynasty in Kuju, so they have always been the champion. As for the second place, it is the Kuju team formed by the imperial army of the Tang dynasty and the Turks' Kuju team. Both sides are evenly matched. In recent years, sometimes you are second, and I am third. Sometimes I am second, and you are third.
As for the Turks, they are also proud of their Sumo skills. However, our Tang dynasty also has a strong Sumo team from Princess Taiping's mansion. Princess Taiping's mansion has Kuju, Kuju, and Sumo wrestlers. Among them, the Sumo wrestlers are the most powerful. Not only does the Princess Taiping have male Sumo wrestlers, but there are also more than ten female Sumo wrestlers by her side.
In recent years, Princess Taiping's mansion has basically taken first place. The second and third places are taken by the imperial army, the Turks, and the Turks. Speaking of our Cuju, haha, there is no other branch, we are the only one. Cuju, has always been won by the Imperial Palace Players. "
Yang Fan frowned and said, "Imperial Palace Competition? Imperial army or Imperial Bodyguards? "
Xue Huaiyi smiled and said, "Of course not the Imperial Army. There are some Imperial Bodyguards, but not all of them. There are also Imperial Concubines, Palace Maids, and Princesses of the royal family, such as Princess Taiping and Shangguan Daizhao. They are all in the Kuju team."
Yang Fan was stunned and asked, "Abbot, are you saying that this group of women formed a Kuju team, and they have won time and time again? Even the men can't beat them?"
Xue Huaiyi said, "Yes. Those who don't know the truth often say that because the Kuju team is made up of women, the men mostly give in to them. Heh! That's because they don't know the ins and outs. I have seen them play football. These women are not easy to deal with. They are very good at football. Others can't compare to them! "
Back then, Kuju was mainly a competition of skills. It was competitive, but it was not as intense as modern football. It was not like the monks of White Horse Temple, who wore iron leggings, had lime bags in their sleeves, and carried bricks to the field. They played Kuju more fiercely than rugby.
In terms of skills, there was no distinction between men and women.
None of these Palace Maids, Imperial Concubines, and Princesses were delicate and weak women who were sweating and panting after running two steps. Even the slim and slender Shanghai Wan'er, who was as slender as the crescent moon, was also a good athlete on the field. When competing with these women, they couldn't collide too much. Their Kuju skills were not as good as theirs. Therefore, every year, the women's team always won.
It was a fine tradition that began in the Tang Dynasty that our country's football had more Yin and less Yang.
Shanghai Wan'er will also participate in the Kuju competition?
Yang Fan couldn't help but feel excited when he heard this news.
At that time, there was no distinction between men's and women's teams in Kuju. If you wanted to compete, you had to ignore the difference between men and women and use the same game to compete for the championship. Just like the polo game at that time, there was no requirement for both teams to have the same number of players. If this was the case, then as long as Yang Fan led the White Horse Temple team to the finals, he would have the opportunity to meet Shanghai Wan'er.
Otherwise, he could kidnap Shanghai Wan'er and force her to tell him about Miao Shenke's whereabouts, but he didn't even know Shanghai Wan'er. It should be known that there might not be anything else in the palace except for women. It was easier said than done to pick a flower from a sea of thousands of flowers. The palace was not an easy place to infiltrate, so how could he do it?
Hearing this news, Yang Fan's ambition suddenly rose. He said to Xue Huaiyi excitedly, "Abbot Master, you don't have to be depressed. This disciple will do his best to make the White Horse Temple enter the finals, and even win! It's just that … "
Yang Fan glanced at his fellow disciples who were lying on the ground like dead dogs after being trained by him for the whole day. He said to Xue Huaiyi, "Among all the senior brothers, only Hong Yi, Hong Liu, and Hong Jiu have good skills. As for the other senior brothers, this disciple can't do anything in such a short time. This disciple needs … to recruit a few more new people!"
…
Jixian Lane, Crossroads Street. There were a few big pagoda trees with twisted branches on the roadside. A few bare-chested men were sitting lazily. Facing the direction of the street, there was a big man sitting against the tree, like a crouching tiger. On his arms, which were as thick as a normal person's thighs, there were two eye-catching tattoos: "Fear not the Governor of the Capital" and "Fear not the King of Hell".
Chu Kuangge. Jixian Lane was Chu Kuangge's territory. His brothers had always been here to solicit business.
Among the ruffians of each lane, Chu Kuangge was the strictest to his subordinates. Because of his extraordinary strength and martial arts, many brothers came to him at the beginning. However, some people could not stand his restrictions, and some people thought that he was too inflexible. Some people did not accept some business that came to their door, and gradually, they dispersed.
After a few years, there were very few people who were still willing to follow him. There were only a dozen or so people, but these dozen or so people were loyal and devoted to him. They were not comparable to the ruffians in the other lanes who had hundreds of people. Those people were just a motley crew. If they really fought, they might not be able to compete with these dozen or so men whose hearts were twisted together. Therefore, he was still able to occupy this Jixian Lane.
No one noticed that although the people who followed Chu Kuangge were not as famous as the ruffians in the other lanes, after a few years, none of Chu Kuangge's brothers had died or been crippled. Chu Kuangge and his brothers were like the old pagoda trees on Crossroads Street, always standing there.
As for the ruffians in the other lanes, their subordinates had changed like a horse lantern. Many of the big ruffians who were famous a few years ago were now gone. They had either become corpses in the sewers or had become crippled, quietly withdrawing from Jianghu and becoming a commoner struggling at the bottom of the market.
Propriety and foresight.
The secret of Chu Kuangge's standing was that he was clear about what could be done and what could not be done. He had a ruler in his heart. This was a skill that he had honed for many years in the Thousand Bull Guard. The other ruffians were far inferior to him in this regard.
On the main road, a few big monks came. Chu Kuangge only glanced at them before withdrawing his gaze. He was not very curious. He never cared about things that had nothing to do with him. He was a ruffian, and these people were monks. It was impossible for monks and ruffians to have any interaction.
However, these monks were coming for them.
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