Princess Taiping saw that both sides were fighting fiercely. One side had a fracture, and the other side had a disfigured face. Yang Fan was the main offensive player of the White Horse Temple team. He was always in front. If he was not careful, he would inevitably … She felt nervous for no reason.
After listening to Shanghai Wan 'er's words, she did not come back to her senses for a while. She blurted out, "What did you say was interesting?"
Shanghai Wan 'er said sweetly, "In previous years, although there were some small tricks, it has never been so intense. This year's Shangyuan Dynasty is really interesting."
She thought for a moment and said with a smile, "It's not just today. From the beginning, it has been very interesting. Princess Taiping's sumo champion for three years in a row was taken by two monks from the White Horse Temple. In the last game, the glory of our inner team was also taken by them, and today … "
Shanghai Wan 'er looked back at the field and said with a smile, "Today is even funnier. For all these reasons, it seems that the seventeenth master of the Great Hall is involved. This person is really interesting. This year's Shangyuan Dynasty is really interesting. "
Hearing this, Princess Taiping suddenly remembered that she seemed to have said the same thing. She suddenly thought of that night the day before yesterday, thought of that huge lantern tree, thought of that pair of man and woman sitting on the hundred feet flower leaves of the lantern tree, thought of that unemotional kiss, for a moment she was somewhat absent-minded.
At this time, the scene on the field could only be described as tragic. The bow-beating competition had evolved into a full martial arts competition. Both sides used their hands and feet, and screams came one after another.
For the Uighurs, although they were rough and barbaric, they were more adept at using reasonable collision techniques. They could openly dismount many monks from the White Horse Temple. The means that the monks of the White Horse Temple usually used in the past could not be used here, because it was an obvious violation of the rules. In a short period of time, they were punished countless times.
However, their violations also injured the members of the Uighurs. Although they could be replaced, the level of the people they replaced was obviously slightly inferior. Although the people of the White Horse Temple were not good at reasonable collisions, Yang Fan and Chu Kuangge were not. This was especially true for Yang Fan. He was not good at charging and killing in military formations, but his personal martial arts were outstanding. He was suitable for this kind of situation.
Yang Fan swung his stick out and the ball was intercepted by one of the opposing players. Behind him, a Uighur rider rushed over and pretended to be unable to snatch the ball. His stick went straight for Yang Fan's calf. Yang Fan's staff hit empty air. His face was dejected. He looked up to the sky and shouted, "What a pity!"
At the same time, the stick in his hand slipped out of his palm and slipped back. At the same time, his feet stepped forward in the stirrups. This action was like an exaggerated action of a good ball being destroyed. No one could say anything wrong about it.
But as soon as he moved his legs forward, the Uighur man's stick hit empty air. Yang Fan's stick slipped back and bounced out like a poisonous snake. Everyone could see clearly that the Uighur man seemed to have hit Yang Fan's stick.
The stick slipped back, it was not held tightly, so the force was not strong, but it hit the Uighur's nose. His sharp and straight nose was immediately bent, blood flowed from his nose. The Uighur let out a blood-curdling scream and fell down from his horse. The crowd of generals on the sidelines cheered, "Good!"
"Huh?"
Yang Fan turned his head and pulled the reins of his horse. He looked at the Uighur man rolling on the ground with a "puzzled" look. He even scratched his head and looked confused. As a result, the Uighur man on the other side wanted to make a reasonable collision. But when Yang Fan circled his horse, he barely moved half of his horse's body. The Uighur man rushed past him. The hoof of his horse was tripped by Yang Fan's horse and he fell to the ground with a loud crash.
On the grandstand, Princess Taiping sneered and said softly, "Little slippery fellow, so treacherous!"
Shanghai Wan 'er could not help but smile.
On the other side, Chu Kuangge spurred his horse forward and waved his stick. With a "Kacha" sound, the stick collided with a Uighur's stick and broke into four pieces. The polo rolled to the side. Chu Kuangge's hand seemed to be unable to retract the broken stick in time and it flew into the air. A Uighur man who was chasing closely behind him managed to catch up. Half of the wooden staff struck his mouth. The man did not even have the chance to make a sound before his lips were smashed into mush, his upper and lower front teeth flew out without a trace.
"Good!"
The onlookers rubbed their fists and cheered again.
Xue Huaiyi saw that his men were beaten down from their horses with bruised noses and swollen faces. He could not restrain himself any longer. He took off his purple robe aggressively and wore a pair of trousers. He picked up his Buddhist staff and was about to jump onto the field to fight. Taoist Yi Zhuo and a few other old and prudent monks hurriedly pulled him back.
No matter how the people on the field fought, it could be said that they were playing football. If Xue Huaiyi rushed off the field, it would become an international incident. At this time, seeing Chu Kuangge and Yang Fan go all out and make the other side suffer a big loss, Xue Huaiyi's anger immediately turned into joy. He stepped on the bench and laughed.
At this time, both sides no longer had any reserve players who could go on the field. There were very few contestants left on the field. On the White Horse Temple side, only four people were left: Yang Fan, Chu Tiange, Maqiao, and Hong Liu.
Maqiao's left arm was hit by the staff and his upper arm swelled up. He endured the pain and did not retreat with his staff. It was also a blessing in his heart. During the fight, he integrated the chopping technique that Yang Fan taught him into the use of the staff. He was able to chop two of the opponents off the field. One of them had his shoulder broken by his staff.
When he first came on the field and saw the fierceness of the Uighurs, Maqiao was still a little nervous. But now, his confidence was greatly boosted. Especially after a series of killings, his blood and Qi were completely stimulated.
On the battlefield, people who were usually as docile as a virgin or as timid as a white rabbit could also be stimulated to become as fierce as the God of Death. Not to mention that Maqiao was not a kind person to begin with. It was just that he had not seen such a big scene before. At this time, his eyes were red, and he was gnashing his teeth. That ferocious look of his made even the fierce Uighurs afraid.
Needless to say, Hong Liu was originally a ruffian. At this time, the left side of his face was bruised, the right brow bone was scratched, and blood covered half of his face. His expression was fierce, but there was a cold smile on his face. His pair of shifty eyes looked straight at the opponent's vital parts, and his hand tightly gripped the staff. It looked like he would take the opportunity to attack fiercely.
The opponent was not much. There were only five people left, and all of them were injured. The Uighur envoy could not sit still any longer. He hurriedly stood up and rushed to Empress Wu's side. When he reached Wu Zetian, he said: "Respected Empress Dowager, respected Emperor, the bowing has become a fight. This is too improper. I respectfully request Empress Dowager and Emperor to issue an edict to immediately stop the competition."
Li Dan turned her head to look at Wu Zetian. Wu Zetian smiled faintly and said nonchalantly, "It's just a show to coincide with the weather. These kids are all hot-blooded and eager to fight. In the end, they are still young and insensible! We will comply with your request and let them rest. "
Li Dan immediately nodded her head and said: "Yes, yes. Imperial Mother is right. On such a festive day, these people are too much. Quickly tell them to stop."
The Uighur envoy was overjoyed. A eunuch beside him hurried off the stage and went to pass the edict to the announcer.
At this time, Yang Fan and Chu Kuangge's horses crossed each other. A ball was sent out and passed to Maqiao's feet. Then, because Yang Fan could not rein in time, he crashed into the side of a Uighur, knocking him and his horse to the ground. The Uighur rider fell to the ground and was pinned down by his horse. The hard saddle smashed into his thigh. He immediately cried out in Uighur language: "My leg is broken!"
On the other side, the new club that Chu Kuangge had just replaced was scrapped once again. In an "accidental" collision with a Uighur player, the club broke into two pieces. As a result, the poor Uighur player was almost broken in two as well. Yang Fan and Chu Kuangge circled half a circle around the field. When the two horses came back and crossed each other, they each raised their palms and struck out with a bang.
"The Empress has decreed that the competition is stopped!"
The announcer shouted. Maqiao, who had just hit a ball, immediately reined in and looked to the side of the field. The ball rolled past the remaining three Uighur players. The Uighur captain looked at the remaining two players and wanted to cry but had no tears. From the red flags on the side of the field, they had at least four more flags than the White Horse Temple team. However, they only had three players left.
With such a tragic victory, how could they continue with the next competition? They had originally made careful preparations for this year's bow-fencing competition. They originally wanted to compete with the Tubo team, who had won every year. They wanted to win the championship and increase the prestige of the Uighurs. Who knew that the bald donkeys of the White Horse Temple would suddenly appear out of nowhere. This time, everything was for naught.
The Tubo envoy, Jie Wei, sat in the stands. He wore a large furry robe and raised his furry face. He smiled and said to the people around him: "This year's bow-fencing competition is really interesting. Haha, in my opinion, both the Uighurs and the White Horse Temple have no chance in the finals. As for the imperial army of the Tang dynasty … let's not talk about it. This year's bow-fencing competition is in the bag of the Tubo. Hahaha … "
The Tubo deputy envoy, Lun Qili, joked: "I wonder what treasure will the Empress of the Tang dynasty take out as a gift for the winner this year?"
Immediately, another envoy replied: "As far as I know, it is an agate cup inlaid with gold in the Tang dynasty's palace. It is said to be priceless!"
The Tubo envoy, Jie Wei, frowned and pretended to be regretful: "Another cup? Two years ago, we got a white jade cup with gold inlaid with copper. Zan Pu liked it very much and drank with it every day. Last year, we got a lotus petal ruby gold cup. Zan Pu felt that it was unnecessary. If we get another agate cup this year, wouldn't it be even more unnecessary? "
The deputy envoy, Lun Qili, laughed: "So what? Every year, we get a cup made of different materials. In the future, we can gather seven cups and use them as the national treasure of the Tubo. We can call them the Seven Treasures Cups. Our descendants will know that these seven priceless cups were won by us from the Tang people. "
"Hahaha …"
The Tubo envoys burst out laughing.
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